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Chapter 55: 55: Voldemort Was Killed By The Plot

"I can only say that Snape didn't hate you because of your mother."

"On the contrary, he cares about you because he loved your mother," Ivan said. "Snape notices you, especially your eyes. They're exactly like hers."

Harry felt a bit speechless. Upon thinking it over, he realized that Snape's attitude towards him might indeed fit what Ivan was saying.

It seemed like Snape was targeting him, but in reality, it was a different kind of attention—something that made more sense now.

After understanding that Snape's treatment wasn't due to Harry's fame as the "Boy Who Lived," but rather because of his connection to his mother, Harry could accept it more easily.

Though, it was still very weird that Snape, of all people, had feelings for his mother... Gulp!

"Wait, something doesn't add up here," Hermione quickly pointed out. "If Snape liked Harry's mother, why would he treat Harry so badly?"

"Good question," Ivan said with a shrug and a smirk. "If Harry were a girl, I guarantee Snape wouldn't have this attitude."

"!!!"

Suddenly, Hermione understood. "It's because of Harry's father, isn't it?"

"My father?"

Harry, having never known his parents personally, only had a vague sense of who they were. 

"Isn't it obvious?"

Hermione explained.

"Ivan said Snape loves your mother, but he only talked about your eyes being like hers. What about the rest of you?"

Yes, what about the rest?

Only Harry's eyes resembled his mother's, so naturally, the rest of his features must remind Snape of his ..father!

"Is that true?" Harry's eyes widened, looking at Ivan for some confirmation.

"Their relationship wasn't very good—or to put it bluntly, it was terrible," Ivan said directly. "When Snape looks at you, he sees your father."

"Just because of that?!" Harry was shocked.

He had never known the full story, and now he just wanted to call Snape unreasonable.

In Harry's view, his parents were a happy couple, and for Snape to take out his issues on him just because of that seemed insane.

"Everything has a cause and effect," Ivan said, feeling he had shared enough for now. But the result wasn't what he expected.

Harry, far from understanding, now disliked Snape even more!

Oops(?)

Knowing this backstory only made Harry feel more determined to oppose Snape. In his mind, Snape was not only a bitter old man but also someone who had held feelings for his mother—and for that, Harry felt it was now his duty to defend his father's honor.

Seeing Harry's growing desire to challenge Snape, Ivan smiled helplessly.

Ivan tried to say a few good words in Snape's defense, attempting to smooth things over. "He just doesn't like you, Harry. There's no deeper reason behind it."

"In this whole school, anyone can mess with you, but Snape won't actually hurt you," Ivan added, hoping Harry would understand.

"I get it," Harry replied. Even though he disliked Snape, he didn't consider him a true enemy—more like someone he was perpetually at odds with.

It wasn't just hatred; there were complicated feelings mixed in as well.

After finding out that Snape had loved his mother, Harry couldn't help but view him differently.

Snape now saw in Harry both the woman he loved and the man who had stolen her away. The result was an awkward mix of love, hate, and contempt.

This gave Harry the strange feeling that he wasn't being targeted simply as himself.

Unlike the Dursleys' outright hostility, Snape's treatment of him was more like constant nitpicking. Yet beneath the harshness, there seemed to be something else—a kind of twisted care.

Harry, always perceptive, picked up on these subtle undertones, leaving him feeling even more conflicted.

In the days that followed, whenever Harry encountered Snape, he couldn't help but give him strange looks, as if trying to figure out the enigma that was Snape.

"Well, targeting? Devaluing? Deducting points?"

"Haha, it's like a kid being denied candy," Harry joked.

"Snape's just like a shadow of my dad, no wonder he holds a grudge!" he added, smirking slightly to himself.

However, Harry's constant glances toward Snape didn't go unnoticed. The Potions Master, sharp as ever, quickly sensed that something was off.

His instincts told him that Harry had learned something—something Snape didn't want him to know.

This discovery left Snape deeply unsettled and furious. He wasn't sure who had been gossiping, but he knew it had to be someone close to Harry. Determined to get to the bottom of it, Snape confronted Harry, trying to pry information from him.

Of course, Harry wouldn't betray his friends. He remained tight-lipped, unwilling to reveal anything.

But how could a child, however determined, stand up to Snape, the master of deception, Legilimency, and one of the sharpest minds in the wizarding world?

Within minutes, Snape had picked up enough from Harry's surface thoughts to piece together the truth.

"Ivan Ambrosius!?"

Snape didn't need to delve deeply into Harry's mind. Just as Ivan had predicted, Snape would never harm the children of the woman he once loved. However, Harry's unguarded thoughts were enough for Snape to catch a name.

Ivan!

That was the answer he had been looking for.

"How does he know this?" Snape wondered, his mind racing. After all, Ivan was far too young to know about his past with Lily.

A little wizard who grew up in the Muggle world, with no access to magical knowledge, somehow knew such a closely guarded secret.

'Exclude all impossibilities, and whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth.'

That's right—Dumbledore!

Snape thought furiously: You old fool, you broke your promise! How dare you betray me!

He clenched his fists. Of course, I shouldn't have trusted that insidious, cunning, and manipulative old bee!

Exposing my past? I can't let this slide!

"Severus?"

That same evening, Dumbledore was peacefully teaching Ivan advanced magic in his office when, suddenly, the door burst open.

In stormed Snape, eyes blazing with anger.

His voice dripped with sarcasm as he spat, "Wow, look at this—our great and noble white wizard, once again sharing other people's secrets without a care!"

"Eh???"

Both Dumbledore and Ivan exchanged a puzzled glance. Dumbledore, clearly confused, raised an eyebrow at Snape's sudden outburst.

However, as wise as ever, Dumbledore's instincts quickly kicked in.

He glanced toward Ivan, silently asking for an explanation.

"It seems that Mr. Ambrosius has stirred up a bit of trouble," Dumbledore said, with a twinkle in his eye, though his tone remained light.

After spending some time with Ivan, Dumbledore had come to understand his character well enough to know that he never meant any harm.

He winked playfully at Ivan, signaling that it was time for him to resolve this misunderstanding with Snape before things escalated further.

Cough.

Ivan cleared his throat, feeling slightly guilty. He realized that perhaps talking behind someone's back and revealing their past wasn't the most considerate thing to do.

"Sorry, Professor."

Ivan explained everything he had told Harry, keeping it straightforward.

"That's all you said?" Snape asked, eyeing Ivan carefully.

After hearing Ivan's explanation, Snape secretly let out a breath of relief. Thankfully, Ivan had some sense of discretion and hadn't shared all the intimate details of his past.

"Yes," Ivan confirmed, nodding. "I think Harry, as the person involved, deserves to know at least that much."

Snape couldn't really find fault in Ivan's reasoning. He begrudgingly realized that Ivan had actually shown some restraint.

After all, Ivan was Harry's friend, and being cautious with how much he revealed was a thoughtful decision on his part.

If it had been another hot-headed young wizard eager to boast or gossip, Snape's personal history could have easily become public knowledge by now.

"Prophecy..."

"To know the past and predict the future."

Snape realized he had seriously underestimated Ivan's talent.

This young wizard was terrifying!

Even the Dark Lord hadn't shown such abilities when he first entered school.

"Alright, Severus," Dumbledore interjected gently, directing a few calming words toward Ivan, reminding him not to reveal too much. "Ivan will keep your secrets safe."

"No."

Snape finally snapped back to reality, his gaze narrowing at Ivan. "How much do you really know?!"

At that moment, Snape grasped the true gravity of Ivan's words. His ability to "know the past" wasn't just a figure of speech.

This kid... could it be?

"As you're probably thinking, Professor," Ivan replied calmly, "I can see the past... and the future. Though it's often fragmented and incomplete, I do know a great deal."

Good grief, Snape thought. Ivan's abilities were absolutely terrifying.

The secrets Snape had spent years trying to bury suddenly felt exposed—laid bare in front of Ivan as if peeled away like layers from an onion.

"Absolutely!"

"Tell anyone, AND you WILL regret it!" Snape stood inches from Ivan, barely restraining himself from lashing out. His voice was tense, his teeth gritted in frustration.

"Okay, okay, professor, I promise," Ivan replied with a calm smile, as if the whole situation was merely a friendly negotiation.

He wasn't at all embarrassed about the fact that he'd been speaking behind Snape's back.

Knowing something was one thing, but sharing it recklessly was another.

"I hope you can give me a little... assistance, professor," Ivan added, with a sly smile.

"Assistance?" Snape repeated, momentarily caught off guard. His lips twitched as he quickly understood what Ivan meant. It wasn't "assistance"—this was a threat, plain and simple.

Ivan's unspoken message was clear: Professor, you don't want Harry to find out everything about the past, do you?

"What do you want?!" Snape demanded, incredulous that a first-year student would dare to threaten him—and in front of Dumbledore, no less.

Dumbledore, the greatest white wizard in the world, and Snape, the formidable Head of Slytherin, both now faced a young wizard who had just started his Hogwarts education but was already playing games most wouldn't dare.

In the wizarding world, it would not be an exaggeration to say that Dumbledore stands at the pinnacle of power.

As for Snape?

He was the Dark Lord's most trusted confidant, the White Wizard's right-hand man, and a master of double-dealing—essentially the wizarding world's ultimate undercover agent in Harry Potter's "Infernal Affairs."

And yet... you dare to threaten me?!

Clearly, Ivan had no idea what it meant to tempt fate.

Snape's gaze shot to Dumbledore, eyes practically screaming, Are you seriously going to let this happen?

But Dumbledore, in his usual fashion of strategic absentmindedness, pretended not to notice.

With an almost childlike delight, he opened the sugar jar on his desk, grabbed a cockroach cluster, and began munching away, completely unfazed.

"Mmm... I do love this flavor," he murmured between bites.

Snape's eye twitched.

He resisted the very strong urge to hex both the headmaster and Ivan on the spot.

What happened to keeping secrets?

And Dumbledore—really—acting like this was no big deal? Meanwhile, Ivan had just casually dropped Snape's secrets like he was reading a plot summary!

"Fine," Snape growled.

"I want to ask the professor to teach me how to duel wizards," Ivan said suddenly, breaking Snape's train of thought.

"What did you say?" Snape blinked, completely thrown off by the unexpected request.

What's going on? Is my dark magic not sinister enough, or are you, Ivan, just too full of yourself? Snape's mind reeled.

A first-year wizard, barely half a month into school, with only a month of experience with a wand—and he wants to duel me?!

"Are you serious?" Snape couldn't find the right words to express his bewilderment. Was this bravery or sheer stupidity?

"Yes," Ivan replied confidently, glancing at Dumbledore, who sat quietly beside them.

Ivan had initially considered asking Dumbledore for instruction.

However, his instincts told him he was far from being able to challenge the legendary headmaster.

He couldn't forget the duel scene from Fantastic Beasts 3, where a much younger Dumbledore effortlessly overpowered Credence, as if disciplining a child.

Compared to Credence, who was in his twenties, Ivan estimated that his own magic power might be on a similar level. And with the advantage of wielding the Fenix Wand, Ivan felt he might even surpass Credence.

But going up against Dumbledore, who had spent sixty or seventy years honing his magical abilities and now stood at the pinnacle of wizardry, was a different matter entirely. Ivan knew he was simply no match for him... yet.

"Originally, I should have been the one to teach him how to duel," Dumbledore finally intervened, just as Snape was about to reject Ivan's request.

"What?" Snape blinked, unsure if he'd heard correctly.

Dumbledore? The greatest wizard of the age, someone even He Who Must Not Be Named feared.

Snape had spent years alongside Dumbledore, and despite his own impressive magical skills, he knew he could never fully grasp Dumbledore's depth of power.

As for anyone challenging Dumbledore one-on-one? Ridiculous.

"Please, Severus," Dumbledore said kindly.

His plan was simple: to help Ivan better control his Obscurus by teaching him through a wizard duel.

Dumbledore had taken quite the interest in Ivan, treating him almost like a favored pupil.

It reminded Dumbledore of the days when he taught Transfiguration and even substituted in Defense Against the Dark Arts—back when his life was filled with teaching bright young minds.

But Snape? Snape felt a sharp pang in his temple. This was absurd.

"Do you even realize what you're asking?" Snape shot a sharp glance at Dumbledore.

It was bad enough that Ivan had just threatened him a moment ago, but now the boy expected him to teach him how to duel?

This was some twisted joke, surely.

Snape even wondered if Dumbledore had lost his grip on reality, or worse—come down with actual Alzheimer's.

"Alright, fine," Snape sighed in resignation, his voice cold and calculated.

He fixed his intense gaze on Ivan, enunciating each word slowly and deliberately. "But don't expect me to go easy on you."

And with those words, Snape had obviously agreed.

"Don't worry, I, Ivan, will keep my mouth shut!" Ivan said with a slight smile. He had only been testing the waters, trying to see if he could reach Snape through Harry.

Unexpectedly, it actually worked.

'Just as I thought,' Ivan mused, 'Harry is the key to reaching Snape.'

There was no doubt that Snape was a valuable asset.

He was a master of potions, an expert in dark magic, and formidable in both practical combat and mental abilities.

It would be a tragedy to let someone like him die as he did in the original timeline, falling to Nagini's fangs. If it was within Ivan's power, he would gladly lend a hand and change that fate.

"Now, let's return to our earlier discussion."

After Snape had left, only Ivan and Dumbledore remained in the headmaster's office.

"Alright, Professor," Ivan replied calmly, sitting before Dumbledore. "You understand better than anyone just how powerful the force of fate truly is."

Before Snape had arrived, Dumbledore had been seeking Ivan's insight into the prophecy.

Dumbledore wanted to uncover the secret behind Voldemort's immortality.

"I can only tell you that the prophecy is true," Ivan began, referring to the prophecy that linked Harry and Voldemort. "One must die at the hands of the other, and only one can survive."

The conclusion had been decided, but the path to that end was still theirs to shape.

Was Voldemort powerful?

Many people assumed he was weak simply because his nemesis was a young wizard still in school. But the truth was that Voldemort was terrifyingly strong.

Remember, Grindelwald was only defeated by Dumbledore, yet Voldemort was destined to die in the narrative.

His death had too many coincidental elements.

With seven Horcruxes, Voldemort had made himself nearly invincible—no ordinary wizard, not even Dumbledore, could destroy him completely.

If it hadn't been for Harry and the prophecy leading to Voldemort's inevitable defeat, who in the entire wizarding world could have ended him?

In simple terms, with the Horcruxes, Voldemort could afford to lose repeatedly, but his opponents had to win every single time.

"Also, the prophecy is not as omnipotent as you might think," Ivan added.

Before Snape had interrupted, Dumbledore had been asking Ivan whether divination or a glimpse into the past could help them discover Voldemort's secret to immortality.

Of course, Ivan already knew that Voldemort's secret lay in the Horcruxes.

But the problem is that there are certain limitations to divining the past.

For example, when Ivan attempted to look into the pasts of Voldemort and Dumbledore, there were some things he simply could not see.

Divination and prophecy are magical in nature. And like all magic, there are means to resist or obscure them.

The gifts of fate seem to come without consequence, but in truth, the price is often hidden.

Who really killed Ariana?

Why did Voldemort survive, despite so many attempts to kill him?

He created multiple Horcruxes—where were they hidden?

And there are other barriers too: targets protected by the Fidelius Charm, certain forbidden magical knowledge—all of these remain shrouded, even to someone with Ivan's abilities.

Even though Ivan knew the original plot from his world, there were still some things he couldn't reveal casually.

"You're right," Dumbledore said thoughtfully, removing his glasses as he considered Ivan's words.

Voldemort, at this moment, may not seem like an immediate threat. His fate is sealed.

However, if they interfere too much, and Voldemort somehow becomes aware of the workings of fate itself, that would be an enormous problem.

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Chapter 56: 56: Flying Lesson

What does it mean to solve the mystery of fate?

Voldemort: Death is just the beginning!

If Voldemort ever discovered how to break the cycle and escape the prophecy that tied him to death, the original prediction would be shattered.

Should that happen, Voldemort's magical power would likely increase even further, potentially reaching 6 points.

Ivan had previously asked Dumbledore how one could raise their magical power to that level, and Dumbledore's answer had been clear: "Solve your own destiny."

Ivan speculated that by the end of the original story, Dumbledore, who had willingly embarked on what he called "another great adventure," had transcended life and death, entering this higher realm.

"Good fortune and misfortune are intertwined. Voldemort's death is a fate, but it's also a test."

Not just Voldemort—Grindelwald and Credence had their own tests as well.

Ivan didn't know exactly what Grindelwald's was, but Credence's seemed clearer: breaking free from the curse of the Obscurus, transforming completely in both mind and body.

"Good night, Professor."

"Good night, little Ivan."

After leaving the headmaster's office, Ivan returned to his dormitory.

Neville had already fallen asleep.

"Meow~~!!"

However, Yuumi, noticing her master's return, jumped off the bed, landing lightly before leaping onto Ivan's trouser leg.

"Shh, speak softly. Don't wake Neville," Ivan whispered as he sat down with Yumi in his arms. He opened his system while gently petting the cat.

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[Main Task: One]

Description: You have learned the secret to breaking through to a legendary level, and now the full task is unlocked.

Task Requirements: Refine a Philosopher's Stone by yourself.

Task Reward: 1 experience point (can be applied beyond legendary level).

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'Here it comes!'

Ivan knew that the system would eventually present him with a way to reach the next level.

'But Philosopher's Stone?'

But this task was far beyond Ivan's current capabilities.

For a first-year wizard, refining a Philosopher's Stone was simply unimaginable.

The Philosopher's Stone is a legendary artifact in the wizarding world, representing the pinnacle of alchemy and the power of equivalent exchange.

The only known wizard to have successfully created a Philosopher's Stone was Nicolas Flamel.

"With my current knowledge, it's impossible to complete this task." Ivan thought to himself.

"If I want to learn the formula for the Philosopher's Stone and the skills required to refine it, I can only seek out Nicolas Flamel."

Fortunately, this task had no time limit.

As long as Ivan could complete it, even if it took a few years or more than a decade, he would still earn the experience point.

"Yeah! It seems I'll need to strengthen my study of alchemy!" Ivan concluded.

The emergence of the main task had opened up a new direction for Ivan. In addition to studying spells, he now had a new academic pursuit.

In the following days, Ivan found many books on alchemy in the Hogwarts library.

Hermione showed some talent in this area, but she had too much on her plate at the moment. Ivan suggested that she not spend too much time on alchemy right now.

The little witch accepted Ivan's advice and poured all her energy into learning spells instead.

As for Neville, he was still often lost in thought.

The boy followed Ivan and Hermione around daily and would occasionally play with Harry and Ron when they stopped by.

One day, Ivan and Hermione entered the Great Hall and noticed that the other young wizards seemed particularly excited.

"Eh? Why do they all seem to be in a sugar rush?"

After asking around, they learned that they had Flying Class today.

Almost a month after the start of term, Hogwarts was finally holding its first flying lesson.

As everyone knows, entertainment activities for kids in the wizarding world were quite limited.

They entered Hogwarts at the age of 11, and before that, they had almost always stayed at home.

Due to the sparse population, wizard families are far apart, and many young wizards are quite isolated before starting school.

Ivan wasn't particularly interested in Quidditch.

Of course, he didn't dislike Quidditch. It just didn't appeal to him, as it didn't help improve his magical skills.

"What bad luck," Harry said, sitting across from Ivan with a frustrated expression.

"I've got flying lessons with Slytherin. I can't imagine how much Malfoy would laugh at me if I make a fool of myself."

"It's not certain that you'll make a fool of yourself," Ron chimed in, pouting. "Malfoy's always bragging about how good he is at Quidditch, but I bet he's just making it up."

As the flying class approached, some of the young wizards who had broomsticks at home and had played simple Quidditch games were boasting about their flying skills.

Among them, Malfoy was the loudest.

Not only was Harry anxious, but Ivan and Hermione also frequently became the targets of Malfoy's bragging.

Both Ivan and Hermione came from Muggle families and had never touched a flying broomstick in their lives. Malfoy felt this made him superior, and he was determined to show off in front of them.

In the Great Hall, Malfoy loudly bragged about his flying prowess, telling numerous self-aggrandizing stories, each one culminating in him narrowly avoiding a Muggle helicopter!

"Hogwarts' school rules make no sense at all," Malfoy complained. "Why aren't first-year students allowed to join the school Quidditch team?"

It was as if he believed the school was missing out on a Quidditch genius like him who was born to fly.

And this situation was not an isolated case.

For example, our resident Explosive Saint, Seamus Finnigan, from the way he spoke, seemed to have spent most of his childhood flying around the countryside on a broomstick.

Even Ronald, if anyone was willing to listen, would talk about the time he almost crashed into a hang glider while riding his brother Charlie's old broom.

For a while, almost everyone from a wizarding family was chattering non-stop about Quidditch.

Children's competitive spirit, Ivan thought with a smile.

It was just a bunch of kids showing off. Even if someone's flying skills weren't great, being laughed at was just part of growing up.

No one is perfect. Ivan already considered himself quite skilled, and it was normal to have a few areas where he wasn't as strong.

However, the way Malfoy dragged Harry into his bragging rubbed Ivan the wrong way.

After all, Ivan knew full well how good Harry's flying skills actually were.

"Hey, I'll leave the flying lesson to you, Harry," Ivan said with a confident grin. "When the time comes, show Malfoy what you're made of."

"What?" Harry was taken aback.

Although Ivan's encouragement made him feel better, he really wasn't familiar with flying on a broom.

"Ivan, can I... can I also do it?" Neville asked hesitantly.

Neville was very worried that he would fall off the flying broom. He had never ridden a flying broom in his life.

His grandmother had never let him near one.

Ivan felt that his grandmother was right. Even with his two feet firmly on the ground, Neville could always manage to create endless accidents.

What would happen if he flew into the sky?

"Don't worry," Ivan comforted him. "Even if you do fall, don't forget—you still have me. I'll catch you."

"Thank you," Neville said, feeling slightly reassured.

Yes, with Ivan around, even if something went wrong during the flying lesson, he could be sure of his safety.

The surrounding students, upon hearing Ivan say this, cast grateful glances at him, their initial fear of flying fading significantly.

It had to be admitted that after a month of getting to know him, Ivan's status among the first-year wizards had risen considerably.

Gryffindor saw Ivan as their Lion King and leader.

Ravenclaw admired Ivan's wisdom—almost everyone had sought his help in magic or other school matters at some point.

Hufflepuff appreciated Ivan's approachability and often shared food from the kitchens with him.

Ivan also built close relationships with Hermione, Neville, Harry, and others, further strengthening the bond between the Gryffindor lions and the Hufflepuff badgers.

As for Slytherin, no one knew who first discovered Ivan's surname.

Ambrosius, a descendant of Merlin, from the Eternal Family!

Although Ivan had never publicly admitted it, and it was still just speculation, the mere possibility of such an illustrious background caused an uproar in Slytherin.

There was no doubt that even the oldest pure-blood families paled in comparison to the name Ambrosius.

The little snakes dared not act recklessly in front of Ivan.

Besides Ivan's undeniable abilities, Merlin's bloodline played a significant role in their perception.

In their eyes, perhaps Ivan was a pure-blood wizard who had been lost in the Muggle world.

He was more noble than all of them, destined for greatness at the very pinnacle of pure-blood society.

Gryffindor?

So what?

Couldn't he just be an undercover agent?

A pearl hidden among common stones?!

Understanding the heart of a Sphinx wasn't something ordinary people could do.

In short, Ivan was special. He wasn't operating on the same level as everyone else; he was a transcendent being with a cheat!

"Quidditch rules, flying essentials…"

Beside Ivan, Hermione was nervously reciting from Quidditch Through the Ages.

The little witch was just as anxious as Neville.

"Don't worry, it's just flying."

Ivan patted Hermione's head reassuringly. However, the little witch wasn't afraid of falling. Her real fear was that she might not be able to fly at all.

It wasn't Hermione's fault—she had simply become too fascinated with Quidditch.

Besides the first-year witches, Hermione's dorm room also housed upper-year students who had plenty to say about Quidditch.

Over time, Hermione had developed an interest in the sport.

Miss Know-It-All, who had always been strong in academics, didn't worry about falling off a broom. Instead, she dreamed of becoming a member of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, just like her senior students.

"..."

Ivan knew Hermione's situation all too well. This girl's mental attributes were almost entirely focused on academics.

When it came to reflexes and athletic ability, well… it was generous to say she was "barely passing."

Hermione playing Quidditch?

Ivan was more concerned that the broom might accidentally fly her straight into one of the goals.

"Just have fun."

Ivan chose not to say anything discouraging. In his mind, he was already preparing to comfort the little witch after she inevitably bumped into something.

"Hmm?"

Suddenly, the cry of an owl echoed across the hall.

Everyone looked up and saw that the package had arrived.

Neville received a package from his grandmother. He excitedly opened it and found a glass ball the size of a yo-yo inside, swirling faintly with white mist.

"Is that a Remembrall?" Hermione immediately recognized it and explained to everyone, "It tells you if you've forgotten something."

"As long as you hold it tightly, if it turns red..."

"Ah!.."

Before Hermione could finish her explanation, the Remembrall in Neville's hand suddenly glowed bright red.

"...it means you've forgotten something," she concluded.

"But I don't remember what I've forgotten at all," Neville said, trying hard to recall what it could be.

At that moment, Draco Malfoy strolled past the Gryffindor table and snatched the Remembrall from Neville's hand.

"Hey, everyone, look! Neville got himself a Remembrall!" Malfoy sneered.

"T.. That's mine! Give it back, Malfoy!"

Neville was startled and quickly chased after him, trying desperately to retrieve the Remembrall.

Seeing this, Harry and Ron also stood up to help Neville.

In no time, the hall erupted into chaos, with shouts and scrambling as students darted about.

"Ah, childhood..."

Ivan watched the commotion but didn't intervene. Malfoy was being mischievous as usual, and this wasn't the first time he'd picked on Neville.

As long as it didn't get out of hand, Ivan didn't see the need to step in.

"Alright, Draco."

Swoosh!

Seeing that Malfoy and Ronald were on the verge of starting a fight, Ivan calmly waved his hand, summoning the Remembrall directly into his palm. "Weasly, too," he added. "No fighting in the hall."

After that, Ivan handed the Remembrall back to Neville.

Upon seeing Ivan intervene, Malfoy reluctantly backed off, returning to stand between Goyle and Crabbe, not daring to escalate the situation.

This was the authority Ivan had established in front of Slytherin.

If Ivan wasn't present during a dispute, the students could argue or even fight. But once Ivan stepped in, both the Gryffindors and Slytherins had to calm down and behave themselves.

"Evil Malfoy," Ronald muttered under his breath.

"Poor Weasley," Malfoy hissed back.

The two continued their muttered insults, but Ivan, used to such bickering, simply ignored them.

It was nothing more than a verbal spat. As long as no punches were thrown, Ivan didn't mind letting them vent their frustrations.

"That's fine."

After a month, Ivan had successfully established a sense of control over the first-year students.

Across all four Houses, aside from Hermione and Neville, Ivan showed no particular favoritism and generally maintained a fair and equal attitude towards everyone.

The professors were more than happy to see this happen.

Professor McGonagall had also praised Ivan for this, noting that ever since he had come to Hogwarts, the relationships between the four Houses had become much more harmonious.

At 3:30 in the afternoon, Ivan and the other Gryffindor students gathered in the field near the entrance.

The Slytherin students were already there, and next to them were more than twenty flying brooms, neatly laid out on the ground.

The flying instructor, Madam Hooch, stood before them. She had short gray hair and sharp yellow eyes, like those of an eagle.

"Alright, what are you waiting for?" Madam Hooch said briskly. "Everyone stand next to a broom, quickly, quickly, let's get going."

Under her direction, the young wizards hurriedly picked a broom each.

"Extend your right hand over the broom handle," Madam Hooch commanded, pacing in front of the group. "Then say, 'Up!'"

The brooms were all similar—old and worn.

Ivan followed Madam Hooch's instructions, stretched out his hand over his broom, and said, "Up!"

Swoop!

At once, his broom leaped into his hand as if it were alive.

This drew the attention of several students.

But after realizing it was Ivan, everyone quickly lost interest.

Ivan?

Well, of course. That figures.

This is what the young wizards from both Gryffindor and Slytherin thought at the time. They were already accustomed to Ivan's outstanding performance.

Ivan grasped the flying broom in his hand. He hadn't used magic or cast any spells; he had simply shouted, "Up!"

"Hmm.. Telepathy transmission, huh?" Ivan thought.

Many magical items in the wizarding world had a certain degree of self-awareness. This was due to the fact that when wizards crafted magical items, their thoughts and intentions were imbued into the object via magic.

Flying brooms, memory balls, and even magical portraits—Ivan was no longer surprised by their reactions.

However, he was pleased that his flying talent was immediately acknowledged by the broom.

A few minutes later, Harry's broom followed suit, jumping into his hand just like Ivan's.

But there were only a few brooms that responded so quickly. Hermione's broom simply rolled over on the ground, and Neville's broom didn't budge at all.

"Ivan, is there some sort of trick to this?" Hermione asked, a little anxious as she watched more and more of the students successfully summon their brooms.

"Hermione, speak softly—you've scared it," Ivan said with a gentle smile.

"And Neville, think of something that makes you really angry, and then yell at your broom," he added with a wink.

These brooms were like living creatures, each with its own quirks.

Hermione had been too firm from the start, and her repeated "Up!" had already startled her broom.

Neville's side was even simpler. His broom saw the cowardice of its owner and ignored him.

"Ivan~~ Humph!"

Hermione pouted in dissatisfaction when Ivan said she was too fierce, but she still relaxed and called her broom in a gentle tone.

Sure enough, just as Ivan said, although the broom was not fast, it eventually flew into the hands of the little witch.

"Ah! It really did!"

Seeing this scene, Hermione was no longer suspicious.

But Neville's face was changing colors. He looked like he would poop his pants at any moment! The poor kid was trying hard.

He brewed his emotions, recalling Snape's sarcasm, that series of poisonous tongue, which was very lifelike.

"Up!"

But when Neville really got the broom, even the knowledgeable Mrs. Hooch was stunned.

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