Unlike the world next door where "I'm strong, so you'll regret it."
In that twisted world, children under ten going to war was perfectly normal. Teenagers slaughtering entire clans only drew admiration for their overwhelming strength; no one questioned how someone so young could possess such power.
But in the Magical World,
under normal circumstances, children under sixteen were absolutely forbidden from going to war!
And Hogwarts admitted students at eleven.
If nothing unexpected happened, young wizards had to graduate from their fifth year before they were qualified to head to the front lines as soldiers.
But...
When external pressure became great enough, that bottom line could shift flexibly... and naturally, exceptions appeared...
Two weeks after the opening ceremony.
As the first ray of morning sunlight shone into Nicolas Flamel's Alchemy Workshop,
the handsome black-haired youth lying on the large bed in one of the guest rooms slowly opened his eyes.
That youth was Cypher.
He stared blankly at the ceiling covered in antique, elegant patterns for a while before stretching hard and slowly getting out of bed.
As usual, he went to the antique yet luxurious dining hall and made breakfast for four.
Then he instructed his Patronus to wake Iris and the other two one by one.
After eating their fill,
Cypher said goodbye to the three girls and headed alone toward the Quidditch Pitch, swaying as he walked.
This morning, Iris had a master-level Charms class, Luna had a master-level Potions class, and Cassandra had Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
Their classes were all held on the large lawn in front of Hogwarts' Main Castle.
After teaching over a hundred young wizards, they would return to the Alchemy Workshop to research magical weapons.
The Minister for Magic and Professor Dumbledore had promised Cypher and the