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Chapter 29: 29: How Do You Have So Much Magic?

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"Oh, a clever little girl, where should I sort you?"

The Sorting Hat had a certain ability in Legilimency, allowing it to see some of Hermione's surface memories, not any personal secret, but more importantly, it could perceive her essential character, heart, and will.

Sometimes, the Sorting Hat doesn't simply make the best choice.

It also gives people a chance—a chance to change.

Just like Neville, who was timid and cowardly, yet the Sorting Hat placed him in Gryffindor because it sensed that Neville didn't lack talent but rather confidence and courage.

Similarly, Hermione was brilliant, but she lacked in other areas.

For instance, Hermione didn't fully understand how to deal with people, didn't grasp the complexities of human nature, was overly focused on rules and regulations, held a superstitious belief in so-called "truth," and lacked the courage to break the rules.

And these qualities were precisely what Gryffindor nurtured.

"This is quite difficult," the Sorting Hat mused.

For a whole minute, the Sorting Hat couldn't decide. "If I put you in Ravenclaw, you'd surely thrive there."

"Ravenclaw?"

Hermione was well-acquainted with all four houses due to Ivan, but she didn't want to be placed in Hufflepuff.

Though she didn't say it aloud, deep down, she subconsciously thought that Hufflepuff was where only less capable or lazy students ended up.

As for Slytherin...

Hermione instinctively rejected the idea of going to that dark and intimidating house. She felt out of place and inferior in front of the wizarding world's nobles who often hailed from there.

"Ok! I know where you should go," the Sorting Hat said with a slight tilt of its wide mouth before shouting loudly, "Gryffindor!!"

Pah pah pah.

Professor McGonagall at the teacher's table beamed with joy when she saw Hermione sorted into Gryffindor.

Hermione walked off the stage with a smile on her face.

Though she didn't fully understand why the Sorting Hat placed her in Gryffindor, she was fine with either Gryffindor or Ravenclaw.

Now, the little witch only hoped that Ivan would be sorted into the same house as her.

She didn't want to be separated from Ivan.

Next was Ron, who was sorted into Gryffindor just as in the original book.

Then came Malfoy, Moon, Nott, Parkinson, and the Patil twins...

"Harry Potter!"

When Harry's name was called, Ivan noticed that all the professors at the teacher's table and the young wizards in the audience turned their attention to Harry.

At that moment, Ivan focused on the white-haired, white-bearded old man sitting at the center of the teacher's table.

The most powerful living wizard in the entire Harry Potter world—Albus Dumbledore.

Just by sitting there, Ivan could "see" the immense magical power radiating from the old man.

Magic is not merely energy but a supernatural manifestation.

The invisible aura around Dumbledore seemed ordinary at first glance, but in reality, it was seamlessly integrated with everything around him.

Ivan had never encountered such a feeling of "returning to nature" in any other wizard.

"Hmm?"

Dumbledore appeared to notice Ivan's gaze and looked back at him.

The old and the young wizard locked eyes for a brief moment.

Dumbledore recognized something in Ivan.

Just as Ivan could sense Dumbledore's immense power, the old man could see the extraordinary potential in the boy.

'A naturally gifted wizard,' Dumbledore thought.

He smiled kindly. He was impressed by Ivan's talent but had no intention of doing anything more.

Some people might believe that Dumbledore, always wary of the next Voldemort, would be cautious of any ambitious and gifted young wizard.

However, Ivan didn't share that view at the moment.

His psychic vision not only allowed him to observe the magical world at a microscopic level but also gave him a sixth sense to detect others' feelings—whether they bore him goodwill or malice.

Dumbledore's kindness was genuine, pure, and free of any ulterior motives. He was simply observing an extraordinary young wizard with admiration.

However, after a while, Dumbledore's expression became somewhat... perplexed.

At first, Dumbledore showed a look of doubt, as if he were thinking, or perhaps recalling something.

Finally, as if he had confirmed his suspicions, the old man's eyes became more solemn and filled with concern.

'Has he noticed?' Ivan wondered, secretly impressed by Dumbledore's perceptiveness. The old man had sensed the power silently lurking within him.

"Gryffindor!!"

At that moment, both the old and young wizards were brought back to reality by the Sorting Hat's declaration.

Dumbledore gave Ivan an apologetic glance, then lifted his wine glass in a gesture toward Harry, silently congratulating him on being sorted into Gryffindor.

"We have Potter! We have Potter!" the Weasley twins shouted loudly, celebrating. Professor McGonagall was also smiling. She felt today was truly her lucky day.

First Hermione, then Harry.

Now, only Ivan was left, and McGonagall was eagerly anticipating completing her trio of star students to help Gryffindor dominate Hogwarts.

"Ivan Ambrosius!"

As McGonagall called Ivan's name, all eyes—Hermione's, Ron's, and the other first-years—turned to him.

The older students didn't know much about Ivan, and among the teachers, only Dumbledore and McGonagall were aware of his uniqueness.

As a result, Ivan didn't receive much attention.

He walked forward calmly and sat on the stool.

Professor McGonagall nervously placed the Sorting Hat on Ivan's head.

It was amusing, in a way, that she, the one presiding over the Sorting Ceremony, would feel so anxious about the sorting of one particular student.

'Not Slytherin, not Slytherin,' Professor McGonagall silently prayed. She really didn't want Ivan to be sorted into Slytherin.

It wasn't that McGonagall held prejudice against Slytherin, but the current atmosphere in the house was less than ideal. The older witch was worried that Ivan might be led astray by their pure-blood ideology.

However, McGonagall needn't have worried—Ivan wasn't a believer in the pure-blood doctrine.

In fact, Ivan agreed more with the phrase: for the greater good.

"Merlin's beard, what's going on with you?"

The Sorting Hat whispered in shock.

It had existed for thousands of years, yet it had never encountered such a formidable young wizard: "Are you sure you're not some old wizard over a hundred years old who took Polyjuice Potion?"

The magic in Ivan—just from the Sorting Hat touching his head—was like a vast, stormy ocean of power.

Even more troubling was that another will seemed to reside within Ivan, blocking the Sorting Hat from reading him clearly. It could only catch vague fragments of his mind.

When the hat attempted to delve deeper, that Will turned into a black storm, frightening the Sorting Hat so much that it almost leapt off Ivan's head.

"Oh? I'm sorry, Mr. Hat," Ivan said with a smile. "I really am just a young wizard."

"Alright, alright," the Sorting Hat muttered, calming itself.

It had never encountered such a situation before. "What a remarkable little one. You'll surely become a great wizard someday."


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"So?"

Ivan didn't mind chatting with this magical hat.

Out of all the magical items he'd encountered, only the Sorting Hat had creativity—something that ordinary alchemical creations lacked.

This showed how powerful the magic the four founders had infused into the creation of this hat truly was.

"How about Slytherin?"

The Sorting Hat didn't make a choice immediately but instead suggested tentatively, "I can sense that your blood is exceptionally pure, even more so than the four who created me."

If Salazar Slytherin were still alive and saw a wizard like Ivan, he might have been willing to duel Gryffindor for him.

Ambrosius's eternal bloodline was beyond extraordinary.

Pure blood like Ivan's was already considered the pinnacle in the magical world.

"Sorry," Ivan replied, although he saw all four houses as equal, some things weren't as simple as they sounded. "I'm not particularly fond of the snakes from the Slytherin House. Perhaps you should reconsider, Mr. Hat?"

"How about Ravenclaw?"

"You are very intelligent, possess great wisdom, and have extraordinary talent," the Sorting Hat remarked. "The two most suitable houses for you are Slytherin and Ravenclaw."

Ravenclaw represented wisdom, and Ivan's deep love for magic would allow him to thrive in that academic environment.

"Ravenclaw?"

Ivan had a good impression of Ravenclaw.

If he were on his own, Ivan thought joining the House of the Studious Eagles might be a solid choice.

"It seems this result still doesn't satisfy you."

Sensing Ivan's hesitation, the Sorting Hat immediately understood his thoughts.

In fact, the moment Hermione was sorted into Gryffindor, Ivan had already made up his mind.(Simp~)

He didn't want to go to Slytherin—it was filled with tension and toxicity, dominated by pure-blood supporters like Malfoy and his ilk.

Some might argue that it would be advantageous for Ivan to win over pure-blood nobles.

However, Ivan thought, 'A bunch of insects—what qualifications do they have for me to win them over?'

'I don't want to play house with those pompous brats, when the time comes, they would kneel.'

In the wizarding world, magic is power.

For Slytherin, you don't need to play games of manipulation or exchange favors.

As long as you are powerful enough, many will come to you on their own.

Why should Ivan bother with emotional connections when a group of people could be made to kneel with just the wave of a wand?

Of course, this isn't to say there aren't any truly excellent students in Slytherin.

Ivan simply thought it wasn't worth spending time making friends with the students from the Snakes—the return on investment was just too low.

"It seems you've made your decision," said the Sorting Hat. "Then, Gryffindor!!"

As the Sorting Hat announced the result, Ivan stood up, removed the hat gracefully, and handed it back to Professor McGonagall, who looked thrilled and teary-eyed.

'I won! I won!'

At that moment, the head of the house McGonagall wanted to say was: 'Slytherin, stay away from my Student!'

"Welcome to Gryffindor, young Ivan," Professor McGonagall congratulated him softly.

Ivan smiled in return, then strode confidently towards the Gryffindor table. Gryffindor had just welcomed their new Lion King!

Neville, who was sitting next to Hermione, was shocked and quickly gave up his seat for Ivan.

"I was so scared just now. I thought you might be sorted into another house," Hermione admitted as soon as Ivan sat down, finally expressing her earlier worries. Thankfully, they had both been sorted into the same house.

Neville, Harry, and Ron also warmly welcomed Ivan's arrival.

Soon after, the sorting ceremony came to an end.

Albus Dumbledore stood up.

He looked at the students with a smile, stretching out his arms towards them. Nothing seemed to make him happier than seeing all the students gathered together.

"Welcome!" Dumbledore said. "Welcome to Hogwarts, where we begin a new school year. Before the banquet starts, I'd like to say just a few words: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!"

"Thank you all!"

He sat back down, and the hall erupted into applause and cheers from the four long tables.

As Dumbledore finished speaking, a wide variety of delicious dishes appeared on the long tables, including roast beef, roast chicken, pork chops, lamb chops, sausages, steaks, boiled potatoes, baked potatoes, fried potato chips, Yorkshire puddings, pea sprouts, carrots, gravy, ketchup...

Having been in this time period for a while, Ivan had grown accustomed to the 90's British cuisine.

It must be admitted, however, that Hogwarts' cuisine is packed with nutrients and protein—Everything a child needs in his/her developing years.. just a little bland.. ehm*

'Oh!!? Yum!'

Fortunately, the food at Hogwarts was exceptionally delicious.

Ivan, Hermione, and the other first-year wizards were already starving. With so many delicacies in front of them, no one could resist and eagerly devoured the food.

After everyone had filled their stomachs, the remaining food disappeared from the plates, leaving them clean once again.

A little while later, desserts arrived.

There were all sorts of treats: ice cream, apple pie, treacle tarts, chocolate sponge cake, fried jam donuts, wine-soaked pudding, strawberries, jelly, rice pudding...

As they enjoyed their desserts, the young wizards began talking about their families.

Harry became the center of attention, as everyone was curious about his life in the Muggle world. Unfortunately, Harry didn't want to talk about his miserable childhood.

Soon, the conversation shifted to Ivan.

Hermione was busy asking Percy, a senior, for advice. She was eager to learn more about spells, particularly Transfiguration, which she had been trying to study on her own but knew little about.

Not just her—even Ivan hadn't fully delved into mastering Transfiguration before starting school.

"Ivan, how did you learn so much magic?"

Harry asked, looking at Ivan with admiration. He wanted to learn from him and pick up a few spells himself.

Harry didn't expect to be as skilled as Ivan; if he could master even 20% or 30% of Ivan's abilities, he would be satisfied.

Ivan wasn't sure how to respond.

He didn't want to discourage Harry, so he casually shared a few tips on wand casting with him.

Halfway through the conversation, Harry suddenly put his hand to his forehead. He glanced toward the teacher's table, and Ivan noticed that Snape was staring in their direction.

But unlike Harry, Ivan focused his attention on Professor Quirrell, who was sitting next to Snape.

'A cloud of gray mist.'

Ivan saw a faint gray mist lingering behind Quirrell's head—it was barely noticeable, but it was definitely there.

'That must be Voldemort's current state. Pathetic!'

He wasn't sure whether Dumbledore had noticed, but adhering to the principle of staying out of things that didn't concern him, Ivan decided not to get involved in Dumbledore's "savior training plan."

Pushing those thoughts aside, Ivan enjoyed the rest of his dessert.

As the last of the pudding vanished, the feast officially came to an end.

Dumbledore stood up, and the hall fell silent once again.


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