Two Chosen Ones, Traveling Frog

Auror.

This is a group of elite male and female wizards who fight against Dark Magic.

Their methods resembled those of soldiers in some ways, but more often than not, they were more like secret agents.

The Auror's duty is to find and defeat Dark Wizard.

This is why they are often engaged in fierce wizard duels.

Auror represent the pinnacle of individual combat power in the Magical World.

As for Hogwarts Headmaster Dumbledore and the Dark Lord Voldemort?

That's already an existence beyond the realm of reasoning.

Hermione, the erudite young woman, quickly discovered the suspicious points about Wang Yan.

"A clever little fellow."

Wang Yan looked at the Gu Ling girl with a half-smile and chuckled, "Let me introduce myself."

"Wang Yan, Professor of Divination at Hogwarts."

Hearing this, Harry, Neville, and Ron all seemed a little hesitant.

They no longer indulged in lavish feasts as before; instead, they all transformed into refined aristocrats who understood table manners.

Hermione, however, seemed quite different.

She stared intently at Wang Yan, as if he were a fraud. "Oh? As far as I know, the Professor of Divination at Hogwarts is Sybill Trelawney."

"She Prophecy the appearance of the Chosen One and the fall of the Dark Lord in 1980."

Unable to contain his curiosity, Harry continued, "The Dark Lord? Does that mean Voldemort?"

The name Voldemort seemed to possess some kind of magic, causing the little ones to panic once again.

After a long while, they finally calmed down.

"Professor Trelawney is unwell and has announced his retirement, which is why Headmaster Dumbledore hired me."

Wang Yan said calmly, "Furthermore, the Prophecy class and the Fortune Telling are not the same. The latter is an elective course after the third year, while the former... is compulsory from the first year to the seventh year."

Hermione is like a human version of "100,000 Whys," asking one question after another.

The cunning girl, eager to prove her erudition, fired off a barrage of questions like a machine gun:

"So... Professor Wang Yan, I like all magic courses except for Fortune Telling. Do you know why?"

"I've heard that Eastern Prophet use tortoise shells for Divination?"

Can you predict my future?

Wang Yan's lips curled up slightly, forming a wicked and alluring curve.

He held up three fingers. "I happen to be in a good mood, so I can answer."

"However, these are your last three questions for today."

"Inaccurate".

After saying those three words, Wang Yan withdrew one finger.

Hermione stared at him as if she'd seen a ghost, her face full of disbelief.

That was her true feeling deep down!

That's exactly why she hated Prophecy class!

She has always believed that Prophecy lessons are unscientific, that the knowledge learned cannot be quantified, and that those who are supposedly "proficient in Prophecy" may not actually have any real skills.

Perhaps even the Professor of Divination is just a fraud.

Clearly, Wang Yan does possess some skill.

"I am a wizard from the East, skilled in using the Great Evolution of Heavenly Numbers to predict the future. I am not a researcher of the Book of Changes, and I do not need tortoise shells."

"Your future..."

"Originally, you would have become Minister of Magic."

Wang Yan answered Hermione's other two questions in one go.

These words completely stunned the children.

Ron Weasley stared blankly at Hermione, his tongue tumbling out. "Her? The Minister of Magic?"

The Ministry of Magic is responsible for all affairs of the British Magical World.

It's important to know that the Ministry of Magic was originally the Wizarding Council.

In the past, a minister was equivalent to a wizarding speaker!

That was practically the highest honor Ron could ever dream of!

Harry Potter was much more perceptive than his companions; he noticed something easily overlooked in Wang Yan's words. "Why did you say 'originally'?"

Hearing this, Wang Yan gave Harry an approving look. "Not just Miss Granger."

"The moment you meet me, your future will change."

Upon hearing this, Hermione's face showed a defiant expression, as if she wanted to say something sarcastic.

But when the words reached her lips, she couldn't bring herself to say them.

Harry's lips moved, and after hesitating for a moment, he finally made up his mind and asked, "Professor Wang Yan, you seem very powerful. Can you defeat Voldemort?"

Wang Yan gave Harry a deep look. "Do you know why Voldemort is so feared?"

At this moment, Wang Yan was like a bad older brother telling a scary story, and the little devils pricked up their ears with a mixture of fear and curiosity, listening carefully.

"Voldemort cast a spell in his title; when a non- Death Eater calls upon that name, he will teleport to their side and kill them."

Hiss...

Neville and Ron gasped, their faces turning pale.

Harry stubbornly insisted, "He's already dead! I'm not afraid of him!"

Wang Yan shook his index finger. "Voldemort is not truly dead."

"He divided his soul into pieces and made Horcrux. As long as the Horcrux are not completely destroyed, he will not perish."

"So you'd better not use the name 'Voldemort' all the time."

Hearing this, Harry felt a dryness in his throat.

He swallowed hard, and asked somewhat unwillingly, "But Professor... you did the same thing."

Wang Yan looked at him with a half-smile, completely sealing off the topic. "I am much stronger than Voldemort. He won't come looking for me until he's tired of living."

Arrogant and proud.

In any case, such an aura is very attractive to young men and women who are not very worldly-wise.

Neville, Ron, and Harry all stared at him with adoring eyes, as if he were an idol.

Even Hermione, who had a prejudice against "Prophecy," now looked at Wang Yan with more respect and admiration.

Hermione's adoration is not easy to obtain.

If Wang Yan hadn't previously demonstrated his skill in Wandless Spellcasting and Silent Spellcasting, she probably wouldn't have been moved by his words.

In the little witch's mind, knowledge is equivalent to magical skill.

Hermione thought that Wang Yan might be a very knowledgeable wizard.

Unfortunately, Wang Yan ignored the little witch.

His gaze fell on Neville and Harry.

"Two Chosen One boys, I have something I want to give you."

Two the Chosen One?

Ron, thick-skinned as ever, immediately shouted, "Professor, Harry is the Chosen One defeated Voldemort, not Neville!"

Wang Yan smiled gently, but his tone was disdainful. "Defeating Voldemort makes you the Chosen One? That title is too cheap."

As he spoke, he gestured towards the toad in Neville's hand.

BIU!

A thick green light flashed incessantly, permeating the entire train carriage and attracting the attention of many people.

As the light faded, the hideous toad in Neville's hand transformed into something else entirely.

Big eyes, smooth skin, and a cute, chubby body...

Objectively speaking, after being modified by Wang Yan, Neville's pets don't seem like three-dimensional beings; they're more like cute two-dimensional creatures.

"What's this?"

Hermione's girlish heart exploded as she looked at the little frog; she wished she could snatch it from Neville and play with it properly.

"Traveling Frog"

Wang Yan said softly.