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Chapter 93: 93: White Lord Needs a Beautiful Secretary

What a secretary-type talent!

Ivan thought, waiting patiently for Penelope to make her request.

"I... I want to know about my future life, like my career," she said.

'Heh~' As Ivan had expected, Penelope's wish was simple—she wanted to know about her future profession.

This kind of practical, law-abiding thinking was common among most wizards.

"Alright."

Ivan smiled slightly and gestured toward the lake beside them.

A sphere of water floated up in front of them, then slowly shifted, turning into a water mirror that reflected their faces.

"What is this?" Penelope asked.

"It's better for you to see the prophecy with your own eyes than to hear my explanation," Ivan said, his eyes glimmering with silver.

As he spoke, the image in the water mirror began to change.

It showed a woman in a trench coat, around seventeen or eighteen years old, walking down a busy street.

"That's me," Penelope whispered.

She recognized the woman immediately—it was her, but a few years older.

Clearly, this was a glimpse of what she would look like in the future.

"Where is she going?"

The scene in the water mirror shifted, and Penelope saw herself walking into a building where many wizards were gathered. "The Ministry of Magic?"

"Will I work at the Ministry of Magic in the future?" she asked, a hint of excitement in her voice.

However, before Penelope could fully process her excitement, the scene changed to a dim office.

In that office, her future self wore glasses and sifted through stacks of documents, looking tired and clearly unhappy.

"..."

Penelope stood there, speechless for a long time.

She knew exactly what this vision meant.

After graduating from Hogwarts, she would end up working at the Ministry of Magic, but as an ordinary office worker.

Penelope wasn't Newt Scamander—she didn't view office work as her greatest fear.

But...

If this was her future, why had she studied so hard?

Ivan heard her internal monologue clearly.

Ever since learning Occlumency, Ivan had become increasingly adept at controlling his Legilimency.

He had now set up multiple passive triggers for Legilimency.

For instance, when someone mentioned his name or formed an image of him in their mind, he could "hear" their thoughts within the range of his Legilimency.

With a thinking attribute of 3 points, Ivan's mind was more than capable of processing this information.

In addition, Ivan could set specific people in advance to feel their thoughts and emotions more easily.

But Ivan typically controlled this power.

For friends like Harry and Hermione, Ivan would block their thoughts in reverse to avoid invading their privacy.

"Senior, don't you want to work at the Ministry of Magic?"

"Well... sigh..."

Penelope lowered her head slightly and said, "I just feel like if my future job is going to be like that, what's the point of working so hard at Hogwarts?"

She was confident that she could graduate from Hogwarts with top marks.

Yet, despite her abilities, she could only foresee herself ending up with a low-level job at the Ministry of Magic.

Ivan was a bit surprised.

It wasn't Penelope's sentiment that caught him off guard, but rather the fact that she trusted him so much.

What she said out loud aligned perfectly with her innermost thoughts.

This meant that Penelope genuinely saw Ivan as someone she could confide in, without pretense or reservation.

"I've actually thought about that same doubt, senior."

Ivan didn't mind Penelope's complaints.

She was clearly more capable than most people, yet she saw herself headed for a job that could easily be filled by anyone.

Who wouldn't feel frustrated by that?

However, that's the way society works. Penelope wasn't just complaining; her words were a disguised form of envy.

She may have known it all along.

The wizarding world and Hogwarts were two entirely different places.

Everything learned or experienced here might feel meaningless once you leave school.

"You've had these doubts too?" Penelope asked, surprised. After all, Ivan always seemed so confident.

"Isn't it a little early for you to be thinking about this?"

She was already in her fifth year and would soon enter her sixth. Graduation and life in the real world were fast approaching, so it was normal for her to worry about the future and feel uncertain.

But Ivan...

Penelope regretted bringing it up.

She felt she shouldn't have said these things, fearing she had put unnecessary pressure on Ivan.

"I'm sorry, I..."

Ivan's maturity and strength had made Penelope subconsciously view him as a peer.

First-year wizards are usually still filled with dreams and fantasies, but she had projected her own concerns onto him, possibly shattering his idealism.

"There's no need to apologize, Senior Penelope."

Ivan smiled and said, "And I'm not that fragile."

Penelope was a kind and simple girl. Ivan had heard that many wizards at Hogwarts regarded her as their "white moonlight."

"Senior, have you ever considered a question?" Ivan gently comforted Penelope before continuing with his point.

"What is it?"

"Muggles have a saying: 'Apply what you have learned.'"

Ivan explained, "But in today's magical world, many of our spells are actually... useless."

Penelope listened intently but didn't fully grasp what Ivan was getting at.

"Are you confused, senior?" Ivan smiled slightly. "How does this relate to your future career?"

"Yeah," Penelope responded, falling into deep thought. She truly didn't understand.

But Ivan's next words left her stunned.

"Senior, when you asked me to tell your fortune, what you really wanted to know was your future income, right?"

"..."

Penelope hesitated, trying to find the words.

She wanted to hide her embarrassment, but in the end, she could only lower her head in shame.

"There's no need to feel embarrassed," Ivan reassured her. "Every wizard likes gold Galleons. I like them too."

Penelope didn't love money for the sake of it; she was simply worried that after graduating from Hogwarts, she wouldn't be able to find a good job to support herself.

"Are both your parents Muggles?"

"My mother is a witch."

Penelope, being half-blood, explained, "My mother fell in love with my father, so she gave up magic and chose to live in the Muggle world."

Her father had been an ordinary man with an ordinary job.

So, while the Clearwater family wasn't struggling, they couldn't be described as wealthy either.

But when Penelope was five or six years old, her father passed away.

"My mother is an outstanding Hogwarts graduate," Penelope continued, "but the Muggle world doesn't recognize those qualifications. To Muggles, my mother is like someone who never even finished elementary school."

"As a result, she couldn't find a decent job in the Muggle world..."

Though Penelope's mother had lived in the Muggle world for a while, she still struggled to integrate into Muggle society.

To make ends meet, her mother had to return to the magical world to earn gold Galleons to support both her and Penelope.

"..."

Hearing this, Ivan understood Penelope's concerns.

First, Penelope, like her mother, would have no qualifications or resume in the Muggle world.

This meant that if Penelope ever chose to leave the magical world and live among Muggles, she would face significant challenges.

Some might ask, how could wizards not survive in the Muggle world?

Any magic would be a huge advantage, right?

But is that really the case?

It's important to remember that the British Ministry of Magic has a department called the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures that includes the Office for the Prohibition of Misuse of Muggle Artifacts.

Casting spells on Muggle objects or transforming them is illegal in the British magical world.

Not to mention that wizards casting spells on Muggles, harming them, or being seen by Muggles while using magic is strictly prohibited.

"Because of the Statute of Secrecy.." Penelope muttered, a bit uneasy. She felt like she shouldn't have brought up the Statute.

Maintaining the secrecy of the wizarding world is the responsibility of the entire magical community.

Anyone who dares to break the rules can be held accountable, possibly even sent to a place like Azkaban.

"Ahem."

Ivan coughed lightly, and they exchanged a look of mutual understanding.

They both silently agreed to steer clear of the Statute of Secrecy topic.

It had become a sensitive issue. After the first wizarding war that had shaken the world decades ago, no one dared to question the Statute openly.

"Do you know how many wizards there are in the British wizarding world?"

"A few thousand—probably over 3,000, but less than 4,000."

"Yes, around 3,000 or 4,000."

Ivan continued, "Then how many jobs are there in the Ministry of Magic?"

"..."

The British Ministry of Magic may have a grand name, but the number of wizards they manage is at most 3,000.

In Ivan's previous life, even a slightly larger village would exceed that number of people.

"Do you understand, senior?" Ivan asked. "There are only so many jobs available for wizards, and the number of positions is limited."

This presents a significant problem.

Wizards from Muggle backgrounds have no foundation in the magical world, and certainly no savings.

If they want to live in the wizarding world, they must compete for the few available jobs.

They don't earn much from these positions, and it's already a struggle just to support themselves.

Not to mention, doing magical research to further improve their skills is nearly impossible. "The job market in the wizarding world has long been saturated, and there's little room for newcomers."

"Even if new positions were available, they certainly wouldn't go to wizards like us."

Ivan's words carried a certain provocative tone.

But Penelope had to admit that Ivan was speaking to her concerns. This was exactly what troubled her most.

"The Ministry of Magic prohibits wizards from studying and modifying Muggle items."

"This has caused the magical world to stagnate—no new industries have been created for a long time."

"Without the development of newer industries, what can young wizards do after graduating from Hogwarts?"

Look at the Weasley brothers: Bill works at Gringotts, Charlie raises dragons, Percy joins the Ministry of Magic in future, and the twins plan to open a joke shop.

It seems like everyone makes their own choices, but in reality, aside from the twins, the Weasley brothers are all just working for others—nothing new or innovative about it.

"Jobs aren't squeezed out, they're created."

But the Ministry of Magic has long been corrupt. They don't want change, and they won't let others bring change either.

If anyone questions their methods, they point to the "Statute of Secrecy."

Anything you do could increase the risk of exposing the wizarding world.

"They won't allow us to do what we want."

"If we insist on pushing for change, they'll send people to arrest us."

"And even if they can't catch us, they'll use the law to stop us."

Ivan's words, like a sharp sword, tore through the last bit of self-deception Penelope had: "We'd end up becoming enemies of wizards everywhere, seen as the villains who threaten the balance of the magical world."

"Then, what if we return to the Muggle world?"

Penelope's hands trembled slightly. She lacked the courage—and the ability—to resist such authority.

"Let's not even talk about whether we'd want to return to ordinary life after experiencing the magic of the wizarding world."

Ivan continued, "Let's talk about survival."

How would they make a living if they returned to the Muggle world?

It's the same issue. Without the proper identity or education recognized by the Muggle world, wizards like them would struggle to live there.

Of course, if your parents are wealthy in the Muggle world, just ignore everything I've said," Ivan added with a slight smirk.

"I... I'm just worried about this..." Penelope looked at Ivan expectantly, wanting to know what he would do.

She had already realized that Ivan wasn't exactly a law-abiding person.

But so what?

Ivan's thoughts echoed the unspoken desires of countless young wizards—things they wanted to say but didn't dare to.

"Ahem."

Noticing that Penelope was starting to be swayed by his words, Ivan quickly cleared his throat. "First of all, I need to clarify something."

"What is it?" Penelope asked.

"Well, actually, I'm quite wealthy."

Ivan continued, "I mean, I have a lot of Muggle currency. Over there, I'm a rich man."

"Huh?"

Penelope's mouth fell open in disbelief, looking almost adorably confused.

"Of course, I earned all that Muggle money myself," Ivan added with a smirk.

"Err..."

Penelope was momentarily speechless. She suddenly felt that all her concerns about the future and the uncertainty she had voiced earlier now seemed trivial for Ivan.

Ivan's expression seemed to say: What you're worried about isn't even a problem for me.

Isn't it just about making a living?

Isn't Muggle currency still money?

Ivan could easily live a luxurious life in the Muggle world and continue his magical research in the wizarding world.

The Ministry of Magic may forbid wizards from transforming Muggle objects, but they don't prohibit wizards from purchasing Muggle goods.

Food, clothing, daily necessities, even cars and houses—there's nothing stopping a wizard from buying these.

As long as magic isn't used to temper with Muggles or in front of Muggles, the Ministry of Magic can't intervene.

"..."

"..."

Penelope was left speechless. She suddenly realized she didn't know her junior, Ivan, as well as she thought.

"How much did you make?" she asked, her tone filled with doubt.

Ivan claiming to have earned a lot of Muggle money was hard for Penelope to believe.

After all, her mother had tried everything to make ends meet in the Muggle world and hadn't earned much.

Even her father, before he passed, was just part of the ordinary working class.

How much could Ivan, an 11-year-old, have possibly made?

"Ahem."

Seeing her skepticism, Ivan replied, "Well, probably... hundreds of millions of pounds."

"Hundreds of millions!!!"

The number almost shocked Penelope to death. "How did you do that? How old are you to have made so much money?"

"At first, I bought lottery tickets," Ivan said casually, as if it were no big deal. "My ability to see prophecies allows me to see winning lottery numbers."

That alone was enough to astonish Penelope.

"But I only used that method once, just to earn some start-up capital."

Though using prophecies didn't break any secrecy laws, it would still attract attention from Muggles.

After all, winning the lottery repeatedly would be too unbelievable.

If anyone started thinking that Ivan had some kind of "special ability," the Ministry of Magic would likely intervene, suspecting that he had exposed the existence of magic.

Yes, the Ministry of Magic could be that fucked up.

Any action that might reveal the existence of magic and wizards could be considered a crime.

"After I got my initial capital, I started learning about finance."

"Do you know about stocks, senior?"

"Um, Yes," Penelope replied, though she didn't know much about them, she was familiar with the concept.

"There's also real estate, funds, securities, and some emerging industries I've chosen to invest in," Ivan explained briefly, outlining his business plan. "In this whole process, I didn't use magic—just this."

He pointed to his head, referring to his knowledge from his past life.

Though there were many differences between his previous life and his current one, the major trends remained the same.

For instance, it was now 1991, and Christmas was approaching.

The dissolution of the Soviet Union was just around the corner!

And for this moment, Ivan had already pulled out all his liquid assets, preparing to take full advantage of the opportunity and watch his wealth skyrocket.

If everything went as planned, by the time he returned from the Christmas holiday, Ivan could legitimately call himself a billionaire.

And just to clarify—this 10 billion wasn't in RMB, but British pounds.

And not just any pounds, but 1991 British pounds!

In short, Muggle currency would soon be little more than a string of numbers in Ivan's eyes, and it would only continue to grow.

"Bloody...

..fucking

hell..."

Penelope was completely stunned.

She had thought Ivan was just exceptionally talented in magic, but she hadn't expected him to know so much about the financial world of Muggles.

The senior didn't know that Ivan was about to take advantage of the Soviet Union's collapse, but even the wealth he had already accumulated—hundreds of millions of pounds—was more than enough to leave her in shock.

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Chapter 94: 94: Weasley: A Test?

The two chatted by the lake for a while until Hermione and the others found them.

In the afternoon, there was a Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin.

Ivan and Hermione didn't quite understand the excitement of Quidditch, but Neville and Parvati were full of enthusiasm.

Besides, Harry was their friend and a member of their group, so Ivan felt obligated to attend the game.

As the match progressed and Gryffindor team members began getting injured and falling from their brooms, Ivan started to see just how brutal the sport could be.

But he remained silent.

For wizards, such injuries weren't much different from a regular foul in a Muggle football match.

Additionally, Ivan had to admit that Quidditch was indeed a very exhilarating flying sport.

If he had to compare it to something, Quidditch wasn't like football or basketball—it was more akin to racing, an extreme sport that demanded full concentration and fueled a rush of adrenaline.

What a pity, Ivan thought.

Since he knew how to fly using magic, he would never truly experience the thrill and excitement of Quidditch.

"Come on!!"

Hermione, who had previously been indifferent to the game, found herself caught up in the excitement, loudly cheering for Harry as she watched the Quidditch match up close.

After about 20 minutes, Harry spotted the Golden Snitch and began a fierce collision with the Slytherin Seeker in a race to capture it.

Both Harry and the Slytherin Seeker refused to give in, fighting with all their might for the Golden Snitch, the symbol of victory.

"He caught the Golden Snitch!"

Suddenly, the commentator, Lee Jordan, shouted excitedly from the stands, "Harry Potter caught the Golden Snitch and won 150 points!"

"Gryffindor wins!!"

As Madam Hooch blew the whistle to end the match, the Gryffindor section erupted into thunderous cheers.

"Harry Potter!!"

"Potter won! We won!"

Ivan slowly stood up, watching as Harry held the Golden Snitch high in the air. He smiled and clapped, proud of his friend's achievement.

That night, Gryffindor students surrounded Harry, celebrating their victory.

After defeating Slytherin, it wasn't just the students who were ecstatic—even Professor McGonagall joined in, happily sipping a glass of wine.

Professor McGonagall was a Quidditch fan herself, but Slytherin had dominated the Quidditch Cup for six consecutive years, and she dreamed of bringing the championship back to Gryffindor.

In fact, she had been so determined to help the team that she bought Harry a Nimbus 2000.

"Congratulations," Ivan said to Harry after the celebration party. "How does it feel?"

"It's the happiest moment of my life!"

Harry exclaimed, unable to hide his joy. He promised that he would continue to work hard and help Gryffindor win the championship.

"Ivan," Harry began, a bit hesitantly after the excitement had settled, "I... I want to bring Ron to join us. I don't know if that's okay..."

"Have you two reconciled?"

Since Ronald had been placed under the Imperius Curse and spent nearly a week in the school hospital, Ivan hadn't paid much attention to him.

However, during that time, it seemed like Ronald and Harry's friendship had returned to normal.

"Yeah," Harry nodded. "He wants to apologize to you."

"Apologize?" Ivan asked, a bit puzzled. "I don't think we've had any serious conflict, have we?"

"So.. There's no need for an apology," Ivan said plainly.

"As for joining the Mysterious Side, I'm bringing in a newcomer tomorrow, and we can test them both together."

To join the Mysterious Side, one had to pass a test devised by Ivan, the founder.

The test didn't solely focus on magical talent.

In fact, Ivan valued character and one's personal goals more than raw talent.

As a certain famous saying goes—What is your dream?

"Harry?"

After receiving Ivan's approval, Harry returned to the dormitory.

Ronald was sitting there nervously. The moment he saw Harry walk in, he jumped up and anxiously asked, "Did Ivan agree?"

"Let's go together tomorrow night."

Harry, being simple-minded, truly saw Ron as his best friend and was always willing to share things with him.

"Really?!"

Ronald was overjoyed. He had a mix of respect and fear for Ivan, but most of all, it was admiration and envy.

He had started Hogwarts alongside Harry.

In the beginning, their magical skills were at a similar, rather poor level.

However, once Harry began receiving instruction from Ivan, his spellcasting abilities had improved by leaps and bounds.

Every time Ron asked Harry to teach him some of the magic, he found himself unable to grasp what Harry was explaining.

Ron struggled to understand the concepts and the specialized spellcasting techniques that Ivan had tailored specifically for Harry.

Seeing the gap between Harry and himself grow wider and wider, Ron had become anxious.

That was part of why Ron had distanced himself from Harry on Halloween and had ended up falling victim to Voldemort's Imperius Curse.

They had argued, and Ron felt that Harry had begun to look down on him.

"Ivan really is amazing. He can see through us so easily," Harry said with admiration. "But Ron, you need to be ready."

"Ready?"

"To join the Mysterious Side, you'll have to pass Ivan's test."

"T-Test?!"

When Ronald heard the word test, he panicked.

He had thought that, with Harry's close relationship with Ivan, he could simply join without any formalities—just a word from Harry would be enough.

"..."

Harry was surprised by Ronald's reaction. "What's wrong? What's the issue?"

"..."

Ronald hesitated. "I'm just a bit nervous."

"Don't worry, Ron," Harry reassured him, knowing Ivan's character well. Ivan was strict at times, but it was always to push them to improve. "You'll definitely pass!"

Perhaps because of the time he'd spent with Ivan, Harry had come to understand some of Ivan's subtleties and hints.

The so-called test was mostly a formality.

Harry briefly considered whether or not to tell Ronald the truth.

But seeing the anxiety on Ronald's face, Harry hesitated.

He had already noticed some underlying issues with Ron.

Ronald struggled with feelings of inferiority—something that stemmed from being part of the Weasley family.

As the youngest brother, Ronald had almost always used hand-me-downs. He had hardly ever owned anything that was truly his.

But the thing was...

Harry thought to himself, I'm the same!

Before coming to the wizarding world, Harry's life had been far worse than Ronald's.

Not only had Harry lost his parents, but his only relatives treated him with cold indifference and cruelty.

To be honest, Harry couldn't understand why Ronald was jealous.

If Ronald really envied him, Harry would gladly trade places with him. 'If you want, I'll give you this scar,' he thought.

Who, given the choice, would want to be "The Boy Who Lived" with a cursed scar?

"But... didn't I join Ivan's study group a long time ago?"

This was what frustrated Ronald the most. He had been part of the group from the beginning, so why should he have to take a test now just to join again?

"Ron, you..."

Harry didn't know what to say. He wanted to tell his friend, 'This is the test Ivan has set for you!'

But the words didn't come out.

Now, Harry felt a bit uncomfortable himself, like there was something stuck in his chest that he couldn't express.

'That's because you quit first!' he thought.

Harry was beginning to regret agreeing to Ron's request.

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Chapter 95: 95: I Think You Can Be The Minister Of Magic

In the beginning, Ivan had treated everyone fairly, never showing any favoritism toward or against Ronald. He taught and guided Ronald just like the others, without reservation.

But Ronald had been lazy and distracted, choosing to leave the group to do his own thing.

Ivan hadn't been angry at Ronald's decision.

After all, it was normal for children to be playful.

So when Harry brought it up, Ivan didn't hesitate to give Ronald a second chance. He figured that Ronald had finally come to his senses.

What more could Ivan ask for if Ronald was willing to recognize his mistakes?

Ivan always believed in tailoring his teaching to each student's needs.

For Hermione, who saw learning as fun, Ivan assigned her plenty of homework to keep her challenged.

Neville was diligent but struggled to grasp things quickly.

So Ivan never gave Neville extra tasks. Instead, he patiently explained the simplest concepts to him over and over again.

Harry, being more practical, didn't do well with theory alone.

For him, Ivan taught step by step, using hands-on practice and combat training to increase his proficiency in spells.

Each student's workload wasn't too heavy.

In addition to learning from Ivan, Harry still had plenty of time to hang out with the other Gryffindor students and participate in Quidditch team training.

Similarly, Ivan had a unique approach for students like Ronald.

"Do you know what Ivan's test will be?" Ronald asked, looking at Harry with hopeful anticipation.

If it had been Hermione, she would have flatly refused to answer and told Ronald it was cheating.

But Harry wasn't as rigid as Hermione.

"It's 'progress,'" Harry said, not elaborating much, but giving Ronald enough of a hint about the purpose of the test.

What is progress?

It's about understanding Ronald's ambition. What does he truly want?

Becoming stronger is fine, or learning more advanced magic.

Even if his goal is something as simple as wanting to beat up Malfoy, that's fine too.

"Do you really want that Weasley to come back?" Hermione asked after overhearing the conversation between Harry and Ivan.

"Do you care that much?"

"I hate him!" Hermione never hid her disdain for Ronald. Every time she saw him, the little witch felt an overwhelming sense of discomfort.

"Don't hold prejudices against anyone," Ivan advised but then added, "Admittedly, Ronald's actions make him worthy of being disliked by you."

"Pffft."

Hermione couldn't help but laugh. "You're even worse than me!"

"And what about the other person?" she asked, her curiosity piqued. If Ivan was bringing in someone new, he would always notify the original members. Hermione was eager to know.

"You know, that senior from Ravenclaw."

"Clearwater?"

Hermione was a bit surprised and hesitated. "But... she's already in fifth year."

A fifth-year senior—would she really accept guidance from a younger student?

"Won't she think we're childish?"

"If it were just you," Ivan replied with a teasing grin, "then yes."

"Hey!"

Hermione playfully swatted Ivan, dissatisfied. She was proud and competitive, and being compared to Penelope didn't sit well with her.

"Alright, alright, senior Clearwater won't look down on you," Ivan reassured her.

"You're still teasing me!" Hermione huffed.

"Hehe."

While joking around with Hermione, Ivan told her about his earlier conversation with Penelope, leaving out any personal details.

"I never thought about things like that," Hermione admitted, lowering her head in thought.

Sooner or later, she too would face the same concerns about employment and the future.

At that point, what should she do?

"Ivan, what do you think I could do in the future?"

"You..."

Ivan smiled and said, "I think you'd make a great Minister of Magic."

"What?"

Hermione's eyes widened in disbelief. "You mean, the Minister of Magic? In England?"

"Does England have a second Ministry of Magic?"

"Or are you aiming higher, Hermione? Planning to become the head of the world's Ministry of Magic? Let me think... it's called Supreme Mugwump meaning the President of the International Confederation of Wizards, right?"

"How can that be possible!" Hermione exclaimed. She could see that Ivan wasn't joking—at least, he was serious about the idea of her becoming Minister of Magic. "Do you really think I could..."

"Yes, I believe you can do it."

With the knowledge of how things unfolded in the original timeline, Ivan was certain of Hermione's abilities.

In fact, in the original timeline, Hermione did become Minister of Magic, though much of her path to that position was facilitated by her connection to Harry, the savior who defeated Voldemort twice.

Without such monumental achievements, it might have taken Hermione much longer to rise to that position.

"Remember the dream of our team?" Ivan asked.

"Yeah!"

Hermione knew Ivan was ambitious, but she didn't dislike him for it.

Unlike Voldemort, Ivan wasn't a madman who would kill over a disagreement.

He had once shared his perspective with Hermione.

As long as others played fair, Ivan would respect the rules of the game and not flip the table.

Ivan's goal was to become what he called the "White Lord."

What is the White Lord?

Dumbledore once had the chance to embody that ideal.

Unfortunately, the old headmaster had softened with age.

Ivan, as Dumbledore's disciple, had inherited the legacies of both Grindelwald and Dumbledore.

So, it only made sense for him to pick up the dreams the two had shared in their youth, didn't it?

"But all of that is still far off," Ivan said. "For now, the most important thing is for us to work on improving ourselves."

"Ancient wizards like our school founders believed that mastering magic requires four key elements."

"Sufficient resources, like-minded companions, vast magical knowledge, and an environment conducive to practice."

Ivan translated these concepts into simpler terms: "Wealth, companions, knowledge, and land. How many of those do you think we have now?"

"Hmm..."

Hermione thought for a moment. "In terms of magical knowledge, with you here and the endless books at Hogwarts, we're definitely not lacking in that."

"Like-minded partners."

Hermione thought that although their group was small, whether it was Neville, Parvati, Harry, or herself, they could all help Ivan in the future.

Especially Hermione herself—she believed that the "Minister of Magic" role Ivan had mentioned might just be part of his plan for her future.

'If I become the Minister of Magic, I should be able to help you, right?' she thought, silently encouraging herself.

She made a mental note to read more about the Ministry of Magic and the politics of the wizarding world—"to prepare in advance."

"Just two points?"

"Yeah," Hermione nodded. "Sufficient resources and an environment suitable for cultivation—I'm not sure how to evaluate those."

"As for the environment, what about the Room of Requirement?"

"Yes!" Hermione's eyes lit up as she smiled. "The Room of Requirement can provide us with any kind of space we need, and it's our secret base—no one will bother us there."

The Room of Requirement was more than suitable.

"As for resources…"

"What we're lacking now is resources, right?"

Hermione knew that Ivan had a strong interest in alchemy, but due to a lack of materials, he hadn't had many opportunities to pursue it.

Dumbledore was wealthy, but Ivan wouldn't trouble him for something like this.

He was mindful of boundaries.

Ivan already owed the old headmaster a great deal. Accepting further help might lead to inheriting not just Dumbledore's guidance, but his family legacy as well.

"This is exactly what I wanted to talk to you about today."

Ivan took Hermione's hand, led her into his dormitory, and stopped in front of a two-meter-high wardrobe against the wall.

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Paragraph comment feature is now on the Web! Move mouse over any paragraph and click the icon to add your comment.

Also, you can always turn it off/on in Settings.

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