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Chapter 91: 91: Snape: The Old Coot Got me Again!

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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Chapter 92: 92: Penelope Clearwater

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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A/N: Here is today's chapter!

I was sick and had decided to just rest today... But fuck it! Nothing can stop me!!


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