More than half an hour later.
Led by the mustache Goblin, Ian returned to the surface from the underground vault. The Granger family had already finished all their business and were waiting for Ian under the scorching sun at the entrance of Gringotts.
For the Goblin of Gringotts, when a family wants to deposit money at Gringotts, they believe that the customer is God; but once the customer has finished depositing the money, they instantly become atheists.
It's impossible to maintain enthusiastic service indefinitely; even the benches and stools in the lobby will be put away. This is why many Wizard have so many complaints about the Goblin race.
The Wolf of Wall Street is a nobody.
When it comes to true opportunism, you have to look to the Goblin of Gringotts.
" Ian, the Goblin who led us to the vault said you're in a special area near the Earth's core. Does your VIP vault look any different from the regular vault?"
The moment Hermione saw Ian, she launched into her endless stream of questions, like a starving kitten greedily trying to absorb any magical knowledge she could possibly learn.
Before Ian could give an answer...
The Goblin with the mustache was the first to correct Hermione's choice of words.
" Mr. Prince, who is even greater than great, would disdain using our Gringotts VIP vault. His vault is unique, a super- Chamber of Secrets belonging only to Gringotts ' sole partner like him!"
After emerging from the underground vault, the mustachioed Goblin's attitude towards Ian subtly changed, perhaps because it had completely confirmed Ian's identity through the vault.
certainly.
Although the mustache Goblin's attitude had changed somewhat, some aspects of its nature remained unchanged. After a pause, it provided further explanation of Ian's identity.
"Of course, Mr. Prince, who is even greater than the great, does not have any ownership rights to Gringotts' property; apart from that, he is the most distinguished person in Gringotts!"
Its firm tone and emotionally charged words left Ian speechless. Where was this sense of prestige? It sounded more like a mere figurehead shareholder.
"Let's hurry up and leave." Ian didn't want to continue accepting insincere flattery, so he pulled the Granger family away from Gringotts ' imposing gates.
And behind them.
The goblin with the Goblin kept bowing deeply until Ian and the Granger family disappeared at the end of the Street, at which point it slowly straightened up and raised its hand to wipe the sweat from its forehead.
The brand on her forehead had begun to fade, but the mustache Goblin's heart was still not at peace.
"It's him, it must be him. Only he could open that vault... Our third uprising, which we Goblin have been planning for so long... looks like it will have to be postponed for who knows how many years."
Its soft muttering carried a hint of regret, but more so a sense of relief and lingering fear; its self-talk contained absolutely bomb-like, secret information.
only.
Neither the young Wizard nor anyone else knew the whispers of the mustache Goblin, Ian was already far away when it turned to return to Gringotts to continue its work.
"Would you like some ice cream? I can treat you to some." As Mrs. Granger passed by an ice cream shop, her eyes were immediately drawn to the unique ice cream. Ian suspected that this Young Woman in her thirties wanted some herself, so she pretended to ask him and Hermione.
"Mom! I want two!"
Hermione, of course, wouldn't stand on ceremony with her mother. The sweltering weather was indeed perfect for ice cream, and her gaze was drawn to the ice cream cones that could actually move.
His little brain was probably already pondering what kind of magic was attached to the ice cream.
"One is enough for me."
Ian glanced at the nearly empty ice cream shop and suspected that the drinks weren't very good; otherwise, there wouldn't have been only two or three customers buying them on such a hot day.
"Okay, wait a moment." Mrs. Granger took out her purse and walked towards the ice cream shop, while Ian, Hermione, and Mr. Granger stood on the street, looking around at the shops.
On both sides of the Street, the shop windows gleamed with alluring lights, attracting the gaze of every passerby. In the " Potion Oddities Shop " on the left, bottles of colorful Potions slowly rotated on a rotating shelf.
Some glow with a faint blue light, as if hiding the secrets of the deep sea; others radiate a warm golden hue, like a wheat field under the setting sun. Each bottle is labeled with a name that evokes endless imagination.
"Is there really such a thing as Dreamweaving Potion?" Mr. Granger seemed somewhat intrigued, and his expression was quite interesting. Ian suspected that he wanted to have a rendezvous with his White Moonlight or first love in his dreams.
"It's all just hype, nothing special, and the price is outrageously high." Ian's words dispelled Mr. Granger's idea; he felt he had saved Miss Granger Hermione Granger's family happiness.
Time passed by, second by second.
About ten minutes later, Mrs. Granger was still at the window, looking as if she had encountered some difficulty. Ian immediately went over to offer Mrs. Granger help.
However.
"Question: In what era was the world's first automatic quill pen invented?" The owner of the ice cream shop was actually asking Mrs. Granger Muggle lady, a question that even Ian didn't know.
"I don't know what this has to do with buying ice cream, sir." Ian looked at the tall, thin owner of the ice cream shop and shook his head, puzzled, indicating that he didn't know.
"Of course it matters. It means you lost a two- Knut discount coupon and a sticker with a three-dimensional image of Dumbledore Albus."
The shop owner even took out his prizes, attempting to show them off to Ian and Mrs. Granger.
"..."
The young Wizard were all rendered silent.
"Of course, if you can answer which of the most stunning designs were on the Flying Carpet popular in the 1940s, I can still give you this two- Knut discount coupon."
The shop owner vigorously waved his unappealing coupons.
"No, thank you. I'll pay the original price. I don't need any extra service." Ian directly refused the shop owner's offer, and Mrs. Granger immediately chimed in.
"That's right, we don't want a discount." She had previously thought that this was some kind of social rule encountered when buying cold drinks in the Wizard world, probably because she found it difficult to refuse sales pitches in unfamiliar environments.
"Then this is your regret."
The ice cream shop owner shrugged, put the coupon aside, and then pulled out a thick contract, handing it to Mrs. Granger under the bewildered gaze of the little Wizard.
"Like we just said, you ordered a raspberry sundae without the pits, so you need to sign a waiver stating that if you get an upset stomach because of the pits, it has nothing to do with the store." This shop owner's practices are getting more and more outrageous. Ian feels like he knows why nobody buys anything here anymore.
Those few customers who were there also seemed suspicious.
"See? Mr. Sheldon Cooper really thought of everything."
"I learn a lot from him every day; his ice cream shop is truly the best ice cream shop in the world."
"I'm so touched that there are other people who like Flying Carpet as much as I do."
All right.
The case is solved.
There are hardly any normal people with that name.
The young Wizard found it hard to comment on the discussions of several customers, and the fact that the ice cream shop owner offered to sell an insurance policy after Mrs. Granger had signed the contract was even more unexpected.
"This is an insurance policy that provides compensation if you choke on a fruit pit, if..." Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the little Wizard pulled out his wand.
"Hurry up! Give us that damn sundae!"
This was definitely the first time the young Wizard had used his wand to threaten someone.
The results were remarkable.
The shop owner looked genuinely terrified.
"Yes, yes, no problem, of course, sir, put down your wand..." He produced five Christmas with dazzling speed and handed them to Mrs. Granger.
After putting the money away with a clip, he put his hands on either side and gave Ian a forced smile, as if trying to prove to Ian that he was harmless.
"Wouldn't it have been better if you had done this sooner!"
After Ian and Mrs. Granger, who had finally been rescued, left, the owner of the ice cream shop finally breathed a sigh of relief, clutching his heart, and then continued to promote his products and ask questions to the next customer.
Not far away.
"Cough cough~"
Mr. Granger ate his sundae a little too quickly and choked slightly. Immediately, a head popped out of the ice cream shop and shouted in the direction of Ian and the others.
"I told you guys should buy insurance!"
While attending to other customers, this guy was actually observing Ian and Granger family the whole time, and immediately shrank back when he saw the little Wizard looking at him.
"The world is so big, there are all kinds of people in it."
Mrs. Granger expressed her heartfelt sentiments.
" Wizard aren't always this weirdo..." Ian was about to defend the reputation of Wizard when he saw a Wizard kissing a monkey in the street.
It was still a French kiss.
"..."
The young Wizard truly didn't know how to save face for the Wizard.
"Those are immigrants from India, not local Wizard."
He could only desperately try to come up with a seemingly convincing excuse. This was indeed a reasonable thing in the United Kingdom, after all, everyone knew that United Kingdom was gradually becoming a colony of India.
I continued strolling down the street.
Ian also bought everything he needed, and when they passed a pet store, Hermione refused her parents' idea of buying her a pet.
"Right now, I can't even take care of myself, let alone an Owl or any other pet. Maybe you can give me a cat when I'm older."
She does indeed have a very clear self-awareness, but judging from the emotions emanating from this little witch's heart, Ian thinks that Hermione's decision is also related to her wanting to make better use of her time to learn magic.
Women can influence how quickly a man pulls out his wand.
A cute pet can certainly affect a woman's speed in drawing her wand.
See you when school starts.
After spending most of the day shopping, Ian parted ways with the Granger family at the Leaky Cauldron. He had stayed upstairs at the bar the night before; the room rate wasn't too expensive and even allowed for custom renovations.
"Thank you for your patient company today. You are truly an excellent guide." Mrs. Granger hugged Ian before starting her journey home with her family.
"I must make the most of my time to preview the material when I get back. I'm definitely falling behind those students who have been exposed to magic since childhood," Hermione said, still worried about her study progress as she said goodbye.
"That's right, some young Wizard can already amaze the professors before school even starts. You really need to work harder." Ian chose to add a bit more pressure to Hermione's mind. He was, of course, telling the truth, but he didn't tell Hermione that she was the only young Wizard like that in the entire school.
"I knew it! I knew it!"
Hermione's face showed obvious worry. Before she even left the bar, she took out the books she had bought that day, seemingly intending to keep an eye on them even on the bumpy journey home.
London has a lot of terrible roads.
"Another day dedicated to guiding people towards learning."
Ian felt he had done another good deed. He ordered a non-alcoholic Butterbeer at the bar counter, finished it, wiped his mouth, and stepped onto the creaky stairs of the bar.
"This year is destined to be an extraordinary one!"
"Yes! I can't believe Harry Potter is already at school age!"
Do you think the Savior smells better than other little boys?
In the bar.
Because of the sensation Harry Potter had caused before, they were still discussing the Savior for the past few hours, but the topic seemed to be shifting towards a British theme.
" Senior Lupin, look what I brought you!" Ian found Lupin, who had been locked in his room all day, and pulled out the photos he had taken of Harry Potter.
They had just run into Hagrid on the Street again, who was shopping with Harry Potter.
"I can't believe Potter's kids have grown up so much..." Lupin's expression was complicated after receiving the photo, and his trembling hands showed that he was not at peace.
"I thought you weren't coming to Diagon Alley with us today because you knew Harry Potter would be shopping." Ian looked at the disheveled Werewolf in front of him with some surprise.
"I'm not Seer, how could I possibly know the future?"
Lupin shrugged helplessly.
"Then go to Diagon Alley now, you might run into Hagrid and Harry Potter." The young Wizard immediately offered his suggestion, but Lupin's reaction was somewhat strange.
"We should head back soon, so as not to worry Ms. Elena and the others." With that, Lupin packed his things and left the hotel room first.
His retreating figure appeared somewhat hurried.
It seems like she's trying to escape Harry Potter.
but.
Perhaps more than anything, they are running away from the wonderful past they once had.
The mode of transportation back to the Orphanage remains the same: the Knight Bus.
Over the next month or so.
Ian had a peaceful and pleasant time.
Although he still couldn't return to the Misty Illusion, every time the Night of Bewilderment arrived, he was finally able to clearly sense the other world again.
It's just that we haven't been able to get over it yet.
Ian guessed that the Black-Robed Skeleton's "blacklist" had not yet been completely removed from the Misty Illusion.
"At least things are moving in the right direction. I reckon in a few weeks, I'll be jumping around in that Misty Illusion again," Ian said, making a judgment based on his own feelings.
This is definitely good news for him. However, the soon-to-be-restored "qualification" will not stop him from dragging out the Black-Robed Skeleton and stewing it every time he fails to enter the Misty Illusion on Night of Bewilderment.
Boil pork bones to make soup.
Not only do plants grow rapidly after being watered, but feeding some livestock also has the same effect. In just a few months, Ian raised Archduke that was over a meter long.
He also brought the Archduke into his suitcase, ready to let his precious Basilisk see the world.
Aren't you coming to Hogwarts with us?
On the day before school was about to start.
Ian didn't see Lupin packing his luggage.
I will stay here for a long time.
The down-on-his-luck Werewolf's response was somewhat unexpected by Ian.
"Is this Dumbledore's request?"
The young Wizard made a slightly confused guess.
However.
Lupin shook his head, giving a negative answer.
"This is also a decision I've considered for a long time. Perhaps I really should pause my journey, and... to be honest, I'm a little worried about the children here."
Lupin looked at the young Wizard in front of him with a slightly strange expression. "I've observed that you feed those children the Potions you brew every now and then in various ways."
It's obvious.
He had been secretly observing Ian's behavior all along.
"Just a growth Potions."
Ian's helpless expression only elicited a cold laugh from Lupin. Of course, this wasn't a matter of Acting Skill; even if Ian had Oscar Acting Skill, Lupin might not have chosen to believe him.
This outstanding Hogwarts graduate trusted his own eyes more.
"I sensed a faint Magic Power in all three children. Are you going to tell me this is just a coincidence?" Lupin gave him a look that said, "You're asking me if I believe you."
"Of course it's not a coincidence."
Ian did not deny it.
He simply gave a "reasonable" answer in a serious tone.
"Three, five, perhaps even more—all of this can be explained—don't you know that our Wu's Orphanage has excellent feng shui and is a place where outstanding people thrive?"
The young Wizard's resolute expression carried a sense of awe at the mystical.
The tone was just right.
There's also a kind of persuasiveness that Lupin finds hard to refute...
"How come you have so many twisted and fallacious arguments, you little brat..." Lupin rolled his eyes speechlessly. Just as he was about to say something more, he heard the sound of Ms. Elena walking outside the door.
"Have a good talk with Dumbledore about your potion." The Werewolf, with his keen hearing, glanced at the door, swallowed back what he was about to say, and earnestly reminded him.
"No problem."
This time, Ian didn't choose to play dumb.
These are new clothes I prepared for you.
At that moment, Ms. Elena also came in carrying a small bag. She was just like every mother sending her child off on a long journey, seemingly nagging but also incredibly heartwarming.
Don't get into fights with your classmates at school.
Remember to respect your teachers and professors, even if they may not be very likable.
"Remember to wear more clothes when it gets cold. I've also prepared a few sweaters for you; they're at the bottom of your suitcase. I heard this winter will be colder than last year."
They escorted Ian all the way to the Orphanage gate.
Ms. Elena continued to give Ian her advice. A group of children, reluctant to part with Ian, accompanied her, and the young Wizard hugged almost every one of them goodbye.
See you next year.
Amidst the children's tearful farewell.
Ian carried his suitcase into the car.
"Don't worry, Ms. Elena, I will hand him over safely to the boarding teacher at the school." Lupin could drive a car, something Ian clearly didn't know beforehand.
As the familiar Street receded into the distance, Ian gradually calmed down from his slightly melancholic mood. He looked at Lupin was nervously maneuvering the steering wheel, as if he wanted to grow sixty eyes on his face.
Do you really have a driver's license?
He strongly suspected that Lupin was driving recklessly.
"We once dreamed of building a flying car, so another friend and I both got our Muggle driver's licenses... I just haven't touched one of those Muggle gadgets in a very, very long time."
Lupin was somewhat clumsy at shifting gears and accidentally shifted into reverse, causing the moving car to emit a very frightening clanging sound.
He quickly stopped the car and restarted it.
" The Confundus Charm must have played a significant role in getting your driver's licenses, right?" Ian almost wanted to pull Lupin off the bus himself; if it weren't for fooling his family, he would definitely have chosen the Knight Bus.
"Are you kidding me? Who would use Confundus Charm to do something like that?" Lupin's response sounded incredibly guilty. He studied the car for a while before finally managing to start it again and get back on the road.
After more than ten near-crashes, more than twenty emergency brakings, and more than thirty instinctive steering wheel swerves, the lucky little Wizard was finally delivered to King's Cross Station by Lupin without any major incidents.
This is one of the oldest train stations in Europe and now the largest in London. It looks quite old and doesn't seem very modern.
What are you carrying on your person?
When Lupin noticed that the car swayed slightly as if a weight had been lifted off its shoulders when Ian got out, he looked at Ian with some surprise as Ian took two boxes out of the trunk. Even when Ian was taking the boxes out, the old car hadn't swayed that much.
"Just some scrap metal... sigh, they're too heavy, my weight-reduction spell has reached its limit." Ian's slightly embarrassed explanation did not dispel the confusion rising in Lupin's mind.
However.
Before he could ask any more questions...
The young Wizard, already dragging two suitcases, hurried towards the train station entrance. He could only swallow his confusion and start the car again.
certainly.
This time, without the little Wizard watching, Lupin secretly cast a spell on the dilapidated car, and the car, without even starting its engine, began to speed away under his fake operation.
It's faster than a sports car.
"This way, this way for security checks." Perhaps because of the terrorist attack that shocked the world this year, even train stations have strengthened security checks on passengers.
Ian wasn't worried about it at all.
The entire train station had been Confundus Charm by the Ministry of Magic, causing Muggle to automatically ignore anything related to magic, including the security personnel.
certainly.
Due to some unexpected reasons, Ian also encountered a setback.
"Um?"
During the security check and weighing, security personnel discovered that Ian's weight was abnormal—God knows why this check was even necessary; perhaps it's the cheapest option and the congressmen just like to go through the motions.
"Little guy, you weigh 160 kilograms!?"
The inspector looked at the gaunt Ian with disbelief.
His exclamation made Ian quite embarrassed.
Would you believe me if I said I have high bone density?
The young Wizard tried to find an excuse for his unusual behavior. He was prepared to be questioned, but to his surprise, the inspector paused for a moment and then showed an expression of understanding.
"Oh, so it's because of high bone density. I was wondering why." The security personnel's sudden realization didn't seem like acting, or even the result of being affected by Confundus Charm.
"Alright, little one, hurry up and go inside."
He chose to let Ian go directly.
The little Wizard, who kept turning back every few steps, suspected that the security personnel was pretending to know what they didn't.
"Unfortunately, I have no evidence!"
Ian made his way through the sparse crowd to the vicinity of Platform Nine. He didn't immediately enter the platform, but instead waited at the platform entrance.
If it weren't for the children he had to take care of, he would have been practicing Apparition long ago.
to be honest.
Ian felt there was no need to take Hermione to school; children still need plenty of experience, but Mr. Granger's "gift" was just too generous.
This forced the young Wizard to demonstrate the "it smells so good after all" principle.
"We should have to wait another ten minutes or so." Ian glanced at the clock hanging in the train station. With nothing else to do, he wandered around the various platforms of the train station.
"This person must be a doctor."
"Such a flamboyant walk, definitely from Nantong England."
"Huh, a group of little Wizard? Oh, upon closer inspection, they're from the anime/manga world." Ian observed the crowd as he went, and also noticed the information between the platforms.
Platform Nine leads to Aberdeen in Scotland, while Platform Ten leads to Glasgow in Scotland. If we follow this line of communication between the platforms, then Hogwarts might be located in the north of the British Isles, in some uninhabited wilderness in central Scotland.
A distance of over 600 kilometers.
The train runs from morning till night.
" The Hogwarts Express? I think it's more like the Hogwarts Slow..." Just as Ian was making his heartfelt complaint about the name of the Hogwarts Express.
"Grandma, my Toad seems to have disappeared again."
A panicked scream rang out, and the figures of an old woman and a young boy came into Ian's view. It was an imposing old woman and a somewhat timid boy. Both of them were dressed in Wizard robes, which made them seem out of place among the people around them, but no one seemed to find their attire or appearance strange.
"Quack quack~"
Ian noticed a Toad at his feet.
"If I'm not mistaken, perhaps the Toad you're looking for is here." He picked up the Toad from the ground and beckoned to the old woman and the Gryffindor Juggernaut.
"Oh! Thank you! Thank you! Trevor! How did you end up with someone else!" The boy, who looked a bit dim-witted, hugged his pet with great surprise and quickly thanked Ian.
"You're welcome."
Ian responded with a smile.
"Are you also a new student at Hogwarts?" Neville was about the same height as Ian, so he immediately asked curiously after seeing Ian's luggage.
"..."
Ian sensed the average emotional intelligence of the Gryffindor.
Fortunately, Mrs. Longbottom had clearly recognized him.
"Oh my goodness, Neville, look who we've run into! It's Ian Prince! Your senior from school!" Mrs. Longbottom may have already heard about Ian and seen Ian picture.
She looked at the little Wizard in front of her with considerable surprise.
"This is a role model you should learn from! If you had even a tenth of Mr. Prince's courage, I don't think I would worry about your future anymore."
Mrs. Longbottom's tone was full of disappointment and frustration.
Her opinion of Ian was clearly very high.
You flatter me.
Ian quickly expressed his humility.
"I think your grandson doesn't lack courage, he just lacks encouragement." He even said something nice for Neville, which immediately earned him a lot of goodwill from Neville.
"Everyone says you'll be the next Dumbledore, and I think they're right." This was probably the best praise Neville could think of.
I'm just telling the truth.
Ian laughed heartily.
And that is indeed the case.
Neither the naive little boy nor his grandmother realized that the courage the cunning Wizard mentioned actually referred to Neville's audacity in daring to communicate with him normally.
This courage truly surpasses that of 99% of Slytherin students.
"Would you like to come with us to the station?" Mrs. Longbottom clearly wanted her child to get closer to Ian, but Ian glanced at the time and shook his head apologetically.
"Sorry, I'm still waiting for my friend."
His refusal was also very polite, so Mrs. Longbottom simply nodded regretfully and didn't say anything more. She led Neville toward Platform Nine and Three-Quarters.
Look at others, then look at yourself.
Along the way.
Mrs. Longbottom was using psychological manipulation on Neville, which was clearly a form of demeaning education. It's hard to say whether Neville's personality was directly related to this old Jackie Chan's parenting style, which she hoped would make her grandson successful.
"Oh my goodness~"
Neville was burying his head in the sand, which prevented him from seeing where he was going. He pushed his luggage and bumped into a corner, his head making intimate contact with the trolley.
Even if they are far apart.
Ian could also see a small bump on Neville's head.
"No wonder he's a future Gryffindor Juggernaut! He's been undergoing various forms of body training since he was a child!" Ian truly didn't know how to evaluate Neville's carelessness and unexpected disaster.
He simply went on and on praising the person to the very end.
Another period of waiting.
Ian finally saw his "caretaker". He looked at Hermione, who was not accompanied by her parents and entered the station alone, as if she had bumped into Harry Potter on the way.
"You two... did you lose your parents?"
The young Wizard always managed to interrupt someone's enthusiastic greeting with a novel perspective. Hermione was happily waving at Ian when Ian words instantly wiped the smile off her face.
"I just had my parents drop me off at the entrance and then let them go back!" Hermione said, a little annoyed, as she pushed her stroller to Ian's side.
"Hello... Mr. Prince."
Harry greeted Ian with a hint of nervousness.
Very polite.
Very polite.
He immediately adopted the Bowing Spirit.
"Good morning, Mr. Potter. Just call me Ian. You have such beautiful eyes... I think I have a relative who would love to see you at school."
Ian smiled and greeted the little boy.
"Ah?"
Harry seemed a little reserved and unsure of what to do.
"I ran into Harry at the station entrance, so I thought he could go to school with us. You have no idea how unreasonable his family is." Hermione pulled out a large red envelope, handing it to Ian while indignantly defending Harry.
" Mr. Granger, you're too kind. This is much more than you agreed on." Ian accurately judged the amount of Pound Sterling inside the red envelope simply by weighing it in his hand.
This skill comes from his Alchemy expertise.
"So, could you help me push this terribly heavy cart?" Hermione was clearly struggling to push the cart, and she tried to get help from Ian only had two small boxes.
Hermione, you need to learn to be self-reliant.
Ian, however, showed no intention of lending a hand whatsoever.
"But my dad gave you so much money!" Hermione suddenly felt a little bitter. She stared at the big red envelope in Ian's hand, feeling a little envious that she had never received such a large amount of money in her life.
" Mr. Granger just wants me to make sure you don't get bullied by other students at Hogwarts," Ian shrugged, saying something that left Hermione rather exasperated.
"But I didn't ask you to guarantee that you would definitely help me, or even that you wouldn't bully me, right? Sigh! I've suggested to my dad for a long time that he should get a lawyer's license, but he just wouldn't listen!"
She was indeed a clever witch.
Ian nodded in satisfaction.
I think this young man is teachable.
certainly.
There was also a child who amazed Ian even more.
Ian swears he never even glanced at Harry Potter.
However.
"You... you can actually pay protection money?" Harry Potter suddenly reached into his clothes, pulled out a heavy Money Bag, and handed it to Ian with great anticipation.
His skillful movements were so practiced that it was almost heartbreaking.
"Such a good thing!?"
Ian hesitated for a moment before tentatively reaching out his hand.
The immediate result was a visibly relieved Harry Potter. In this cold magical world, he finally felt a familiar atmosphere.
But this time...
He was no longer that little boy with empty pockets.
"That's wonderful!"
Harry Potter.
This is Voldemort's chosen Savior.
At this very moment.
It seems to be developing in a strange direction.
(End of this chapter)