Compared with being famous across Europe for killing the Second Generation Dark Lord, Alice felt that her father would rather be known by everyone in this way.
The blonde girl across from her was still talking animatedly. Alice knew perfectly well that the other girl intended to befriend her. She did not dislike her, either, and was willing to spend some time getting to know the girl in front of her.
Because according to Albert's Hogwarts Memoirs, friends made on the train had a high chance of becoming close friends during one's school years.
So, when Daphne felt that she might not have much talent for magic, Alice instinctively reassured her in the gentle tone she usually used with children. "Actually, you really don't need to worry about your talent. The reason you can't master magic very well is mostly because you've only just come into contact with it."
"Really?"
Daphne looked at Alice suspiciously. No matter how she listened to it, the other girl sounded like she was comforting a child.
"Really. I won't deny that a very small number of wizards are exceptionally gifted, but most wizards have their upper and lower limits within roughly the same range. They need long-term practice before they can use magic with ease." As though she had seen through the girl's concerns, Alice comforted her softly. "So you don't need to worry. Even students from wizarding families may not have that much of a head start. The difference between everyone is only a matter of fifty steps and a hundred steps. We still have a lot to learn."
Daphne silently breathed a sigh of relief. She had truly been afraid that her talent was too terrible. If she really ended up at the bottom of the class, she might as well go