Night deepened.
Stars glittered in the velvet night sky.
The nighttime gathering had dispersed long ago.
Soon, only the occasional rustle of turning pages remained in Ravenclaw's Common Room. As the clock on the wall crept toward midnight, the students reading in the Common Room gradually returned to their dormitories.
Only the flames in the fireplace danced merrily, guarding this hall that had witnessed countless Little Eagles rise to greatness, as they always had, with their warm glow and the crackle of burning logs.
Firelight played across the surrounding Stone Walls. A swaying figure emerged in the dead of night, carrying a map he had made himself as he silently slipped out of the Common Room and into the eighth-floor corridor.
"Ian Navigation at your service."
Ian felt that his imitation was simply too useful.
He could clearly monitor everyone's location and movements. Unlike the standard version, his map displayed the names of people even when they were far away.
Even if someone who had bought his map had given themselves an alias or nickname, Ian's map would place their real name in brackets after that alias or nickname.
A tiny privilege.
Reserved solely for the map's creator.
"This thing is seriously useful."
Just as having GPS meant he would never get lost in a city, having this map meant Ian did not need to worry about running into anyone who might cause trouble while night wandering.
Everyone's positions were clearly visible, including the night owls who refused to sleep—The Weasley twins were skulking around Snape's office, though Ian had no idea what they were stealing.
Meanwhile, Snape, who should normally have been staying in his office brewing potions, had gone to Dumbledore's Headmaster's Office. The two of them were moving around the office extremely frequently, but thankfully, their movements