Give Him a Show!

Only after being reminded by Veratia did Pabbie remember his status as school board member.

Yes, I am school board member!

As school board member, my power is limitless!

Wouldn't it be easy to get a student transferred into Hogwarts?

"Then it's decided!" Pabbie puffed out her chest, making Cassandra grit her teeth in exasperation. "I, the great Pabbie Sweeting, the school board member Sweeting, have decided to admit Anne Saru as a transfer student into the fifth year of Hogwarts!"

"You've got it easy," Cassandra sighed softly. "I'm just wondering what the Sorting Hat's reaction will be when it sees Anne at the start of the new school term?"

Harry only thought about it for a moment before he felt like he was about to break down.

Sorting Hat: Are you treating the old hat like a France?

"Hahaha..." Veratia laughed heartily, recalling how the Sorting Hat had often complained about it in her mind back then.

Starting with Harry —yes, the Sorting Hat even told Veratia that at first it was wondering if there was something wrong with Hogwarts, why would someone be sorted into two houses.

After being denied by Dumbledore, he wondered several times if he had a mental problem.

Anyway...

That hat was pretty bad.

"Well..." Veratia stood up and said, "I'm going to take a shower first—do you want to come with me?"

"Me too, I want to join!" Pabbie said, raising her hand.

"Aren't you going back to sleep?" Veratia asked, raising an eyebrow.

Pabbie mustered her courage, shook her head, and said, "I don't want to go back! You two are too cunning—I want to enter the adult world too, I don't care!"

Veratia didn't speak, but instead glanced at Cassandra.

The meaning is simple: it's up to you whether Pabbie stays or leaves.

Actually Cassandra didn't really want Pabbie to stay at first, but Veratia's look instantly triggered Cassandra's rebellious spirit.

Okay, so you're trying to shift the blame onto me, right? You want me to be the bad guy and reject Pabbie, right?

Then I'll just do as you wish!

I'm determined to keep Pabbie here with us!

"Stay," Cassandra said, arms crossed. "We have enough space here for Pabbie... Of course, if anyone else wants to come in, that's impossible."

She made it very clear that she would only accept Pabbie at most, but if it were Anne...

What?!

"Yay!" Pabbie cheered, craning her little head to look into the bathroom. "So what are we going to do? Should I shower with you, Veratia?"

"Oh, Pabbie." Veratia shook her head with a smile. "No, you're with the three of us."

"You, the three of you?" Pabbie was prepared, but still didn't understand what Veratia was referring to.

But Harry was already biting his lip, trying to suppress his smug smile.

"Go ahead and laugh, you little rascal." Veratia rolled her eyes. "I can already see your lips practically twitching to the sky!"

"Huh? Really?" Harry opened his mouth, but it was too late; once he opened his mouth, he couldn't hold it in any longer.

His mouth was stretched so wide it looked like a lotus flower.

It should be said that Harry, after having the Philosopher's Stone unsealed, not only improved his magical skills—or, to put it more politely, his magical skills, but also became incredibly strong—but also became exceptionally powerful in terms of physical abilities.

Despite being outnumbered three to one, she still managed to gain the upper hand. Even the usually strong-willed Veratia couldn't help but cry and beg for mercy.

"You little rascal..."

Weak and listless, Veratia reached out and punched Harry in the chest.

"I still prefer hearing you call me Dad." Harry grinned mischievously and pinched Veratia's cheek. To be honest, it didn't feel so bad.

"Okay, Daddy~" Veratia said in a sweet voice, "Let's go to sleep, I'm so tired..."

"Go to sleep, go to sleep." Harry lay on the bed, with Cassandra already asleep on his left, Veratia looking at him with love on his right, and Pabbie sleeping standing up above him.

Thud.

Pabbie's saliva landed on Harry's face.

"Can't you go lie down and sleep!" Harry couldn't hold back any longer and slapped Pabbie hard on the butt.

"Ouch!" Pabbie out in pain. "Fine, fine, I'll lie down and sleep now—I'm really scared of you."

The next morning, Harry got out of bed feeling refreshed.

"The Philosopher's Stone is really a wonderful thing," he thought to himself. He glanced back at the three beautiful women still sleeping on the bed, stretched, and walked out of the room.

"Good morning," Harry greeted his friends.

"Good morning, Harry." Ron and Hermione waved together.

Ron added, "By the way, Harry, Seamus and Neville wrote to me saying they're ready to leave anytime. What do you think?"

"Let them come to the Isle of Wight." Harry picked at his ear. "It's not like the Magical World doesn't have transportation to the Isle of Wight. They can just take the Knight Bus... But I need to warn you, this bus... is a bit..."

As he spoke, Harry tapped his head with his finger.

Ron understood what Harry meant; he had actually ridden that train before.

"Well, I'll write to them now," Ron said. "Let me think... how should I write it? Invite them to the Isle of Wight... yeah, that's it."

Ron received a reply to his letter quickly, and that afternoon, Seamus and Neville took the Knight Bus to the Isle of Wight.

"I think this is really a great summer vacation," Seamus said excitedly. "Being able to come to such a beautiful place is definitely worth the trip."

"I think so too," Neville echoed. "But my grandma said she'll be coming over tomorrow to check if I'm slacking off..."

He looked dejected, as if he really didn't want his grandmother to come and supervise him.

Harry did know that Neville's grandmother, Lady Augusta, was a very strict grandmother.

Moreover, her Charms skills were also very high, not much worse than Professor McGonagall's.

At home, she was very strict with Neville. In fact, it could be said that Neville's timid nature at first was partly due to the suppression he received from Lady Augusta.

"It's always good that someone cares," Harry could only comfort Neville, since he couldn't possibly send Lady Augusta back. "Don't worry, we'll just try to stay out of her sight."

"Alright," Neville said, pulling several pots of Chinese chomping cabbage from the purse Harry had given him. "Harry, look, these are all things I planted... not just Chinese chomping cabbage, but also some Devil's Snare and some aggressive plants. These things can definitely help us in battle."

Those pots of Chinese chomping cabbage grinned maliciously at those around them.

"They seem pretty lively," Harry said with high praise. "If you can train an entire army of Chinese chomping cabbage, most Dark Wizard won't be able to beat you."

"Really?" Neville asked, grinning.

"There are no bad plants, only wizards who don't know how to use them," Harry said, spreading his hands.

Almost everyone from the Dueling Club had arrived, including Megan from Hufflepuff and Cho from Ravenclaw, who were also on the Isle of Wight.

In Harry's opinion, Megan didn't seem to have any romantic feelings for Cedric. At least she and Cho seemed to be having a very pleasant conversation, not at all like rivals meeting.

This relieved him, even though Hermione had been worried about it before.

"Are you Ceresian?" Veratia asked Cho.

"How did you know I'm from Ceresian?" Cho asked curiously.

"Because of your appearance, and... well, your demeanor." Veratia waved her hand and said, "If you're Japan, you value small details over big ones, so your overall demeanor appears gloomy; if you're Ceresian, you value righteousness over small details, so you look more honest and kind."

"What about the Korea?" Harry interjected from the side.

"Korea lack both a sense of righteousness and a sense of propriety, so their overall demeanor appears quite volatile," Veratia commented aptly.

I don't know if this counts as discrimination, but Veratia certainly doesn't think so.

"You know Ceres too, Miss Grindelwald?" Cho approached Veratia. "It seems you know a lot about Asia?"

"Where are you from?" Veratia asked in fluent Beijing dialect.

Harry doesn't understand Chinese, but he can tell that Veratia seems to be asking Cho something.

"From the Netherlands," Cho replied.

"Huh, you're from the Netherlands?" Veratia switched to fluent Netherlands.

"You speak Netherlands too?!" Cho's eyes sparkled; she hadn't heard authentic Dutch in a long time.

"I can say a little bit about everything," Veratia replied with a smile.

"The more you know, the more exciting life becomes," Harry chimed in. "By the way, we plan to stay here until the end of August, taking the Knight Bus from the Isle of Wight to King's Cross Station. What about you?"

"We're fine," Megan said, raising her hand. "I've already told Mom we'll be staying on the Isle of Wight a few more days... Mom's very reassured; she knows you're all here."

"Me too," Seamus said. "My mother didn't object to me coming to the Isle of Wight. She also thought I did need some special training... She saw the news, but she thought Dumbledore's concerns might be valid. She doesn't really believe the Ministry of Magic's nonsense."

"Unfortunately," Megan sighed. "My mother is hesitant about this, after all, it was information released by the Ministry of Magic ... She also thinks Dumbledore might be too old, but she still insists that even if Voldemort doesn't return, it is sufficient and necessary for me to learn some advanced Charms application skills."

"It seems your mother is quite farsighted," Harry complimented.

"My grandmother believed Dumbledore," Neville said succinctly. "She didn't believe anything the Ministry of Magic said; she thought—well, you should take what the Ministry of Magic says the opposite of what it says."

"She's right, that's the First Law of Political Science," Hermione said from the side.

"The First Law of Political Science?" Megan and Cho looked at Hermione, wondering what she meant.

"Oh." Hermione lowered her hand. "Only news that is officially denied is credible."

Two owls flashed through Megan and Cho's minds.

No, what kind of law is this?

However, they didn't think too much about it and followed Harry to the second floor of the hotel.

They had completely booked the second floor of the hotel on the wizard's side. Inside the side door of the conference room, there was a room that looked like a training ground for the Room of Requirement.

However, since it's not Room of Requirement, the training ground is rather rudimentary.

"Actually, there aren't any special Charms worth learning. What we need to do now is to master the Charms we already have," Harry said simply. "Find the Charms you're good at and practice them to perfection. That's what we need to do."

"So, what are the Charms we're good at?" Cho Qiu asked, raising her hand. This was her first time participating in the Dueling Club.

Due to the Triwizard Tournament held last year, Dueling Club has temporarily stopped recruiting new members.

Cho only started dating Cedric this year, so Cedric just barely had time to introduce her to the family.

"That's a good question." Harry clapped his hands. "However, only a person knows what Charms they are best at, and no one else can help you with that."

He then changed the subject.

"Perhaps we can give an example. For instance, as everyone knows, Seamus is particularly skilled in explosion-type Charms. In fact, when he was a first-year student, he could even cause an explosion when he used the Levitation Charm... So, we can tentatively conclude that Seamus's strength lies in the explosion category."

"Let's give it a try, just as we expected, Seamus —show everyone the results of your latest training."

The meaning is already very clear.

Seamus, give him a job!

Upon hearing this, Seamus raised his wand, and a Confringo shot out from the tip of the wand, directly hitting the training dummy not far away.

"Boom!"

With a deafening roar and a blinding flash, the training dummy was blasted to ashes by Seamus's Charms.

Fortunately, the hotel on the magic side was equipped with some commonly used Charms, so the explosion was completely undetectable to outsiders, thus preventing a riot.

It might not be fair to call it a riot, but if it really alarmed Muggle, Seamus would definitely be in deep trouble and would have to be taken back to the Ministry of Magic for a talk.

"It seems your Charms skills have improved quite a bit, Seamus," Hermione said enviously from behind.

For so long, Hermione had not been able to find Charms that suited her as well as the Exploding Charm did for Seamus.

But then again, Hermione is the kind of person who's pretty good at everything. She doesn't have any particularly outstanding Charms, but she knows a little bit of Charms.

Her actual combat skills are beyond terrible; Ron could easily pin her to the ground and beat her to a pulp.

"Cool!" Cho exclaimed, looking at the training dummy reduced to dust. "Is this the power of the talent Charms? It's truly amazing..."

"Well then," Harry gestured for Seamus to put away his wand, then turned to ask, "Zhang, do you have any Charms you're good at?"

(End of this chapter)