"Are there any other changes?"
Wandless spellcasting is indeed important, but for Ivan, it was more of a precaution.
The real reason he added to his physical attribute was to deal with the looming threat of the Obscurus within him.
Huh...
With that in mind, Ivan began to manipulate the Obscurus.
"Oh?"
Suddenly, Ivan noticed something different from before. He halted the transformation and frowned, "Something's changed."
This new feeling was hard to put into words.
Previously, when Ivan sensed the Obscurus inside him, it felt like a violent force surging through his body, as if he were submerged in an icy lake.
But now, amidst that coldness, Ivan could feel a small bit of warmth.
Yes, warmth.
It was like a lighthouse shining in the darkness, a bonfire at night providing the only light in the world.
"What's happening?"
Ivan was confused, but more than anything, he was filled with excitement.
Because he had discovered a way to manage the Obscurus—by improving his physical attribute!
Ivan had thought about this before.
Why would the Obscurus, a parasitic entity, harm the wizard who was hosting it?
Now, Ivan understood.
The wizard's body was like an ecosystem for the Obscurus.
The Obscurus could only survive if the environment within the wizard's body was suitable. If not, the Obscurus would leave the host.
And once the Obscurus completely left a wizard, it would take the host's vitality along with it.
"The improvement of my physical attributes allows the magic to transform my body into a more suitable environment for the Obscurus to exist."
"Not only that, it seems I can control the degree of the Obscurus' transformation now..."
Ivan set aside this newfound excitement, raising his hand and attempting to reduce the absorption of the Obscurus' power.
"Less... less..."
His palm turned into black particles, but Ivan knew there was no limit.
Previously, he wouldn't have been able to manage such fine control over the Obscurus.
This newfound control was thanks to the improvement in willpower brought about by the revival of the Fenix.
The role of will is twofold: first, to better control magic power, and second, to resist the side effects of magic.
This resistance not only helps prevent a wizard's own magic from spiraling out of control but also provides protection against external curses, such as the Imperius Curse or the Cruciatus Curse.
Of course, the Killing Curse is an exception.
Avada Kedavra is a rule-based spell: it either succeeds or fails, with no in-between.
Huh...
Thinking about this, Ivan felt a cold sweat form on his forehead as he continued to control the Obscurus.
Thankfully, Ivan had managed to find the single thread of warmth in the cold lake within him.
At that moment, his palm returned to its original state.
Instead, wisps of white mist began to rise from it.
"Damn.. What's with this feeling..?"
Ivan was stunned for a moment. He focused on the white mist, sensing that it was incredibly light.
It seemed invisible and intangible, yet it undeniably existed.
Most importantly, Ivan could feel an unprecedented sense of peaceful magic emanating from the mist.
Unlike the dark power of the Obscurus, this mist radiated a positive energy that Ivan had complete control over.
"You..."
Ivan stared at the floating white mist and felt its dependency on him, almost like a child seeking affection from a parent, longing for care.
"This white mist... it's connected to the Obscurus."
"But it seems to be much more compatible with me."
From the perspective of his magical sight, Ivan observed his hands transform into white smoke and black mist, respectively: "The magic in the white smoke feels like clean water, while the black mist is murky and full of negative emotions."
The most intriguing part was that Ivan had never seen such a primitive form of magic as the white smoke.
Yes, primitive.
"No, it should be called pure."
Ivan felt that the composition of the white smoke was incredibly close to what could be called magic in its purest form.
By magic, Ivan didn't mean the power wizards wield but rather a concept akin to the "Tao" of this world—the very source of all magic, the most fundamental essence.
"White smoke seems to be the product of raw magic, manifesting in the material world for the first time."
To use an analogy: magic, before entering the material world, could be considered nothingness—the zero.
And white smoke represents the one that emerges when this zero enters the material world.
"Tao gives birth to one, one gives birth to two, two gives birth to three, and three gives birth to all things."
With this thought, Ivan began to manipulate the few wisps of white smoke, which resembled the result of a cigarette being lit.
Boom!
In the next moment, the white smoke ignited, transforming into a bright red flame.
But that wasn't the end.
The flame then morphed into water, which solidified into ice before shattering into transparent wisps of wind.
Finally, a large amount of soil materialized from the wind, quickly forming a small mound at Ivan's feet.
"Earth, water, wind, and fire—the four basic elements!"
Ivan was extremely excited, though he managed to suppress his surging emotions. "Just as I suspected, this white smoke is the embodiment of pure magic in the material world."
In fact, the Obscurus could also be considered the magic of the "one."
However, it was far too chaotic and violent to complete the task of evolving all things.
"The Obscurus is a magical entity, and it can merge with other forms of magical energy," Ivan thought. "The flesh and blood of matter become the black mist of energy, and the Obscurus is also a magical creature."
There was no doubt in Ivan's mind that he had touched upon the realm of magical transformation.
"Even Animagus transformation can only change a wizard into a non-magical animal, but the Obscurus bypasses that entirely."
As for the white mist, it wasn't exactly a separate entity, but more the result of the Obscurus reaching a state of peace.
Unfortunately, the small mound of earth Ivan had formed only lasted for a brief moment before vanishing.
It became clear that this wasn't a permanent transformation, merely a temporary shift—still at the level of general transfiguration.
But Ivan had a hunch.
The reason he couldn't achieve permanent transformation was because he didn't yet have sufficient control over the white smoke.
Perhaps with further mastery, he would eventually be able to use this white smoke to create real, lasting matter.
"The amount of white smoke is probably only about one-thousandth of the total Obscurus," Ivan estimated, noting the significant difference between the two.
But that wasn't a bad thing.
One-thousandth—that should also indicate that the potential of the Obscurus is enormous!
"No!"
Ivan suddenly realized he might have been thinking in the wrong direction. "I could merge with the Obscurus before and transform into a black storm. What about now?"
With that thought, Ivan immediately shifted his focus.
He concentrated much of his energy on suppressing the Obscurus, while using the extra energy to control the white smoke, preparing to merge with it.
Then, something magical happened.
The white smoke spread from Ivan's palm, soon enveloping the surface of his skin.
"...This"
At that moment, white mist floated around Ivan's body, and even his hair changed from its original golden color to silver.
Wisps of white mist rose from his shoulders, waist, abdomen, and knees.
Most importantly, Ivan realized that the white mist wasn't emanating from inside his body but was instead completely transforming from his skin.
"My skin… turning into pure magic?"
Ivan was momentarily stunned, then he pressed on the skin beside him, creating a small cut.
Blood dripped from his arm.
However, with just a thought, the misty white gas appeared over the wound, and in the blink of an eye, the cut healed without even a trace of a scar left.
"What the...!"
Ivan's eyes widened in shock, and a memory from a comic he had read in his previous life surfaced in his mind: "Isn't this like the Qi transformation technique from the Xianxia cultivation stories?"
Researching the Obscurus, but ended up discovering a fucking cultivation technique?
Ivan's shock at this revelation was overwhelming. My skin has turned into pure magic, and that's why the wound was able to repair itself.
But then, something felt off.
Ivan looked down at the blood that had dripped onto the flowers at his feet.
There was no doubt—it was the same blood that had just fallen from his arm.
"Is this... real?"
Through his magical sight, Ivan could see that the blood didn't contain any magic, meaning it wasn't simply a magical transformation. It was real blood—actual flesh and blood, not an illusion created by magic.
"Permanent transformation?!"
Ivan's shock was justified.
If this were just a simple magical transformation, the moment the blood left his body, it should have turned back into magic and dissipated.
But the blood remained.
Which raised an important question—where did the additional flesh and blood in Ivan's body come from?
"Magic!"
Ivan realized the truth, exclaiming in astonishment, "The white smoke can reshape my flesh and blood—and it's not temporary, it's a permanent transformation!"
And not only that.
Ivan's body was now fused with magic itself.
This meant he was no longer merely a mortal—he had become a magical creature!
"In this way, the white mist not only allows for permanent transformation but also magical transformation!"
"If I continue—starting from the skin, then to the limbs, and eventually to the internal organs—everything within me could eventually turn into this white mist!"
At that point, Ivan would become an embodiment of magic itself.
He would be magic.
"If I could really achieve that..."
Ivan couldn't help but recall a phrase from a comic he had once read: "This is the path to immortality!"
Magic is eternal, and the mist indestructible...
Immortal, everlasting!
"I am magic, and my thoughts are magic!"
As he envisioned such a future, Ivan couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement.
Fortunately, with a will score of 3, he quickly suppressed his rising emotions.
"It's too soon for such thoughts. Being overly ambitious can be dangerous."
For now, Ivan could only turn the most superficial tissues of his body into magic. "A magical incarnation, a state of reverse life... different paths to the same goal."
The two concepts were indeed very similar: transforming from the limbs to the internal organs, and finally turning the entire body into Qi, achieving complete reverse life.
However, the protagonist in the comic failed—the third level never reached immortality.
But Ivan was different!
Magic is magic, and Qi is Qi.
Qi is one, but magic is a force that does not belong to this world.
This doesn't mean that innate Qi is inferior to magic.
Ivan's point was that even if one's entire body were transformed into Qi, becoming innate Qi, it would still be going from one form of existence to another.
How much acquired Qi one had cultivated would be equivalent to how much innate Qi they possessed after the transformation. It's merely a change in state and quality.
In contrast, magic power isn't something that can be acquired through training, nor does it need to be cultivated.
Magic is created from nothing, and it is infinite by nature.
It's as if Ivan had an endless energy source behind him.
If he wanted to, he could create a mountain, a river, an ocean, or even an entire world!
Of course, that was only theoretical.
Whether Ivan could reach such a level—or even if the idea of turning his entire body into a magical form was feasible—remained to be explored.
"But in dreams... If I can't achieve it in reality, can't I have everything in my dream?"
The concept of cultivating his obscurus magic and attaining immortality was just a theory, much like Ivan's current magical incarnation—it all depended on him in the end.
Ivan decided not to conduct any further tests for now.
You must know that too much is as bad as too little, and Ivan had plenty of time, so there was no need to rush.
"Let's go back."
Returning to the dormitory, Ivan re-sealed the wardrobe.
To ensure no one accidentally opened it, Ivan not only physically locked it but also cast an anti-unlocking charm.
Time quickly passed, and the next day arrived.
"You seem really happy."
In the Great Hall, Hermione noticed Ivan's unusually good mood, as he had been smiling all morning.
"Is it that obvious?"
Ivan was indeed quite happy; after all, he had solved his biggest problem.
"Is it because of Harry?"
"Huh?"
Ivan was caught off guard, not expecting Hermione to say that. "No, I'm happy because I found a way to immo—Ehm to heal my body last night."
"Healing your body...?"
Hermione quickly realized what he meant. She lowered her voice, but the excitement in her tone was unmistakable. "Really?"
"Yes," Ivan confirmed with a nod.
"That's wonderful! We won't have to worry about it anymore. It's fantastic!"
"Yeah."
Ivan smiled and nodded but then changed his mind and asked, "You just mentioned Harry? What's going on with Harry?"
"It happened last night," Hermione explained. "Remember, before you returned from Dumbledore's office, Harry was telling everyone that you had defeated him."
"Huh?"
"Now the whole school knows."
Hermione seemed troubled by this. She felt that Ivan should keep a low profile for a while.
Of course, she wasn't upset with Ivan personally.
The young witch just believed that Ivan had enough strength, and fame could easily follow. She thought he should focus on immersing himself in study rather than drawing attention.
"Hmm.. This is definitely a problem."
Ivan could accept being seen as a leader at Hogwarts, but he wasn't eager to start battling dark forces outside of school just yet.
It was one thing to face Voldemort. After all, Voldemort was currently weakened, without a physical form, and less of a threat.
The real challenge lay with the pure-blood families, the Ministry of Magic, and the entire British wizarding world.
"I'll clear things up."
True to his word, Ivan found Harry and had a quick conversation with him.
Harry wasn't foolish, just a bit too excited the night before. He hadn't realized the kind of chaos that could follow from mentioning something like "Voldemort's resurrection."
They were still young, and having a stable environment for their development was particularly important.
To be honest, Ivan even hoped that Voldemort would stay alive a bit longer.
Ideally, Voldemort could continue drawing the attention of the entire British wizarding world, allowing Ivan and his group the chance to quietly grow and strengthen their own team under the radar, while the Death Eaters remained the primary focus.
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The troll incident came suddenly and was resolved just as quickly.
After Dumbledore, in his capacity as Headmaster, assured everyone that he had dealt with both the troll and the dark wizard who had summoned it, life at Hogwarts returned to normal.
As for Voldemort's supposed resurrection, which Harry had claimed happened that night, most people believed it was simply a misunderstanding and that Ivan had dealt with the dark wizard.
Though there was some initial concern, the general consensus was that Harry had just been mistaken.
'It was only a dark wizard; there's no need to overreact.'
'Yes, Voldemort's been dead for a long time.'
'Potter must have been frightened.'
Because of this, Harry endured a period of teasing and disbelief.
But Harry wasn't bothered.
He knew the truth of what had happened that night, and so did Ivan.
Hermione, Neville, and Parvati also believed them.
With his best friends standing by his side, Harry didn't care about the sneers from others.
However, Malfoy was a different matter—he was particularly obnoxious.
Most of the unpleasant rumors were spread by him.
As a reward for Harry's patience, Ivan decided to teach him a new spell, guiding him through the process step by step.
"You have done great so far, just do the correct wand movement and chant Magnus caput quasi tollit."
"Remember to constantly think - Big head, big head, no need for an umbrella when it rains—others use umbrellas, you have a big head! - in your mind while doing the spell."
It was a strange spell, but its effect was amusing, causing a person's head to swell several times larger, like a balloon.
Malfoy was just a child, and Ivan couldn't bring himself to teach him a harsh lesson.
But Harry didn't share that hesitation!
It's only natural for kids to deal with kids!
So, Harry took action, and on a dark and windy night, when Malfoy was alone, he cast the spell Ivan had taught him.
Coincedently the spell hit Malfoy's sharp tongue instead of his forehead. Harry wasn't being sarcastic, right?
Ivan still remembers the embarrassed look on Malfoy's face as his tongue swelled like a balloon even lifting him in the air as he frantically sought help from anyone nearby.
However, the curse that Ivan had personally modified wasn't something the professors could easily undo, especially those not proficient in advanced spellwork.
Only heads of houses like McGonagall and Flitwick had the skill to reverse it.
But once they noticed the unique style of the curse, the House Heads immediately recognized its creator—Ivan!
"Isn't this one of little Ivan's spells?"
"Did Ivan do this?"
The professors shared a tacit understanding, knowing this was likely a form of payback for Malfoy's constant needling of Harry.
"This is quite a rare curse... it might take us some time to find an antidote."
Professor McGonagall could have undone the curse quickly, but why would she?
She had sympathy for Harry and a soft spot for her favorite student, Ivan. As for Malfoy, who had placed himself on the opposite side of them, what harm was there in letting him suffer a little?
This would be different in any other school of the Muggle world but in the wizarding world, this was just treated like a 'harmless' prank.
Even Snape didn't intervene this time.
The reason? Malfoy had dared to mock Harry's eyes.
How could Snape tolerate this?
There was no way he could stand by, so, as expected, Malfoy was sent to the school hospital, where Madam Pomfrey took charge of his treatment.
She gave him a particularly unpleasant potion designed to break all curses, with the only difference being how long it would take to work.
Yeah, it's a little messed up...
But! Without Malfoy stirring up trouble, Hogwarts finally enjoyed a period of peace!
The incident of the dark wizard invading Hogwarts slowly faded from memory, thanks to the deliberate cover-up by the school's professors.
A new topic took over and became the focus of the young wizards' attention.
That's right—the upcoming Quidditch match in mid-November!
Huff... huff...
Lately, Harry had been extremely nervous because he was set to play as Gryffindor's Seeker for the first time.
This was his first official game, and it was against Slytherin. The weight of the responsibility felt immense, and Harry could barely touch his favorite treacle tart, leaving it uneaten on his plate.
"Relax, Harry," Ivan said calmly, sitting nearby with a novel about the wizarding world in his hands, reading with enjoyment.
"I... I'll try my best."
Harry knew that his mindset wasn't quite right, but there wasn't much he could do about it. After all, it was his first time performing in front of so many people.
Ivan, of course, could sense Harry's inner turmoil clearly.
The talent of a psychic master is both a blessing and a curse.
In the first few days, Ivan's passive Legilimency ability kept growing stronger, with the range increasing every day.
A flood of voices constantly buzzed in Ivan's ears like mosquitoes, making him miserable.
Thankfully, Legilimency has a countermeasure—Occlumency.
To restore some peace and quiet, Ivan asked Dumbledore to teach him Occlumency, and the old headmaster passed him over to Snape.
Snape initially wanted to refuse.
But Dumbledore's words made him reconsider.
"This may be your only chance to teach that boy a lesson~"
"I ACCEPT!" Snape's response was well expected.
Snape is not one to forget a grudge, and he certainly hadn't forgotten how Ivan had bested him before.
However, to protect his own mind and secrets, Ivan had to focus all his energy on resisting Snape's mental invasion during their lessons.
But Ivan's concerns proved to be unnecessary.
With the Obscurus residing in his body, any mental intrusion was met with a formidable defense. The dark force of the Obscurus would devour any foreign spirit that tried to invade his mind.
And now, there was also the presence of the Fenix.
Ivan's Fenix would never allow anyone to tamper with his memories.
As a result, Snape not only failed to exact any revenge but also fell victim to Dumbledore's plan once again.
"That Old Bastard!"
During the memory invasion, Snape found himself overwhelmed by both the Obscurus and the Fenix.
After a whole night of struggle, and with his willpower at 3 points, Ivan demonstrated an unparalleled talent in Occlumency.
After just one lesson, Ivan had successfully grasped the basics of Occlumency.
The next step would require persistent practice, as Ivan needed to fortify his mind to resist external intrusions.
"What are you reading?" Harry asked, hoping to change the subject. He had noticed the book in Ivan's hand.
"Break with a Banshee?"
Unlike the typical magic books with mysterious titles, this one seemed more like a biography.
"It's a novel, and it's well written," Ivan replied.
He knew the author of the book—Gilderoy Lockhart, who would later become Harry's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor in their second year.
Of course, it remained to be seen if Lockhart would still be the same by then.
Ivan wasn't particularly concerned about the Defense Against the Dark Arts class anyway.
He had Dumbledore personally tutoring him—what more could he need?
As long as Lockhart didn't provoke him, Ivan wasn't going to get involved.
And, Ivan had to admit...
Lockhart was genuinely good at writing novels.
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Even some dull moments were made interesting through his vivid descriptions.
Talent...!
Ivan sighed, glancing at Harry, who seemed intrigued by the book in his hand. "Want to take a look?"
"Oh, thank you," Harry replied, not refusing. He needed something to help him relax before the Quidditch match that afternoon.
However, as he started reading, Harry couldn't shake a strange feeling. It was an interesting story, but something about it seemed off.
"What's wrong?" Ivan asked. "Not enjoying it?"
"No," Harry frowned slightly. "I don't know what it is, but something about this book feels a little... weird."
"What do you mean by weird?"
"I can't quite explain it," Harry said, closing the book. "It just feels like it's describing someone else's experience, not the author's."
Much like how a police officer might have a heightened sense for criminals, Harry, with his natural talent as an Auror, had an instinctive nose for things that didn't add up.
"Hehe~ Good eye," Ivan said, impressed. "But it's probably best not to mention that everywhere."
"Why?"
"Because of who wrote the book," Ivan replied knowingly.
"Gilderoy Lockhart?"
"He has a large group of fans in the wizarding world."
Ivan stood up, patted Harry on the shoulder, and said with a smile, "If we don't want to get beaten up by crazy ladies, we'll have to keep the truth about him to ourselves for now."
"Huh?"
Harry didn't quite understand what Ivan meant.
What truth?
Is there something wrong with this Lockhart?
But despite his confusion, Ivan's lighthearted comment did the trick—Harry's mood noticeably lightened.
Looking at the treacle tart in front of him, Harry suddenly felt his appetite return. 'I'm in the mood to eat again—this is great!'
After leaving the Great Hall, Ivan decided to take a walk by the Black Lake.
On his way past the Gryffindor table, Ivan noticed Hermione whispering with Parvati, Lavender, and Padma.
The girls seemed to have their own little secrets, and when they saw Ivan approaching, they simply glanced up and returned to their quiet conversation.
Ivan didn't interrupt or call Hermione over.
He understood that the little witch needed her own space.
In fact, Ivan was quite pleased to see Hermione getting along so well with her friends.
Hmm?
As Ivan was walking, a figure appeared in front of him. It seemed the person had been waiting for him.
She was a very beautiful girl. Although she looked a little nervous upon seeing Ivan, she gathered her courage and greeted him, "Hi, Ambrosius."
The girl was Penelope Clearwater, a fifth-year student at Hogwarts and also the head girl of Ravenclaw.
"Senior Clearwater."
Ivan responded politely, then asked, "What can I do for you?"
"No, I just..."
Penelope hesitated before saying, "I wanted to talk to you, if that's alright?"
"Of course!"
Ivan had a very good impression of Penelope.
When the troll attacked, her magical talent was impressive, even in Ivan's opinion.
The two left the castle together, walking along the slope toward the Black Lake.
The early autumn breeze rustled the leaves on either side as Ivan and Penelope strolled side by side.
Penelope was a head taller than Ivan, and when they walked together, they looked more like siblings than anything else.
"You're really amazing, Ambrosius."
"Just call me Ivan, senior."
"Okay, Ivan."
Penelope smiled and said, "I've never seen a young wizard as talented as you. When I was your age, I had just mastered the knowledge in the textbooks."
"Ah?"
Ivan felt that Penelope was being a bit humble in a boastful way: "Actually, it's already impressive to have mastered the first-year textbooks right after starting school."
"Everyone says that."
"But I feel," Penelope continued, "that I've fallen behind..."
"Fallen behind?"
"I heard that you come from the Muggle world, Ivan?"
"Well..." Ivan replied, "To be precise, I'm an orphan, so yes, it's accurate to say I come from a Muggle background."
"Sorry."
Penelope hadn't expected Ivan to be an orphan, and she felt a bit embarrassed. Her initial admiration for his extraordinary talent was now accompanied by a deeper respect.
To have been born in an orphanage and yet be so gifted—and so humble—only increased Penelope's admiration for him.
"It's alright. That's all in the past."
Ivan placed his hands behind his back, slowing his pace. He glanced at Penelope and smiled, "We have to look forward, don't we?"
"You're right."
Penelope brushed the stray hair from her face and gave a charming smile.
Her voice was pleasant, and she gave Ivan a gentle, comforting feeling, like a soft spring breeze.
Ivan had to admit that someone like Penelope made him feel at ease.
Of course, it wasn't in that way.
Ivan was simply happy to find a peer with whom he could communicate more freely.
Hermione was undoubtedly smart and mature beyond her years, but she was still just a young girl—not even a proper teenager yet.
Many times, Ivan felt like a brother taking care of her.
But now, with Penelope, Ivan could speak more openly.
"Is your last name, Ambrosius, really like what they say?"
Penelope continued, "I mean, is it true that your ancestor was 'that' Ambrosius?"
After spending time with Ivan, Penelope's fondness for him had grown. He didn't have the arrogance or conceit of some extremely talented students from other houses.
The more she got to know Ivan, the more she could sense the kindness radiating from him.
Gradually, the two of them became much closer.
Now, Penelope felt comfortable asking Ivan about his family and lineage without hesitation.
"Ambrosius."
Ivan nodded and said, "If you're referring to the great wizard from British legend, yes, I did inherit his bloodline magic."
"Want to see it?"
Ivan had always been open with his friends.
It wasn't in his nature to hide things.
"What?"
Penelope was a bit confused. She didn't know about the two great abilities Ivan had inherited from Merlin.
"Merlin was a famous prophet in history. He made many prophecies."
"You mean..."
Hearing this, Penelope exclaimed, "You're a prophet?"
"Sort of~"
Ivan shrugged. "I know a bit about prophecy."
"Want to try?"
"You're offering to make a prophecy for me?"
Penelope was intrigued and felt honored at the same time, knowing this would be a prophecy from a descendant of Merlin.
She didn't doubt the truth of Ivan's words for a second.
This wasn't a young wizard who liked to show off. Ivan had no interest in doing such things.
Penelope could sense that much, even from their brief conversation.
"Can I choose the direction of the prophecy?" she asked.
"Of course!" Ivan replied, curious about Penelope's future as well.
Hogwarts was a hub of talent, and there was no better place for Ivan to find like-minded people to recruit.
Penelope was an exceptionally gifted witch, even by Hogwarts' high standards.
In terms of raw talent, she was certainly not inferior to Hermione—she might even surpass her in some areas.
The difference lay in their ambitions.
Hermione had a strong drive, a clear ambition to prove herself.
In contrast, Penelope seemed more like the kind of person who would quietly support and stand behind someone she believed in, a more nurturing presence.
She needed a goal and someone to help guide her path.
And once she had that, Penelope could achieve great things—perfectly and efficiently.
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