Professor Flitwick's Parchment

Soon, Breeze arrived at the Headmaster's office. Percy left him there with an expressionless face; he was truly the rigid, rule-abiding Weasley the twins had described.

"Please, come in, Mr. Order." The door swung open with a creak, and Dumbledore's voice drifted from within.

"I hope I haven't interrupted your rest, but this matter is of great importance and required your personal presence."

As Breeze stepped into the Headmaster's office, he heard a warm, melodic phoenix cry.

"It seems it likes you," Dumbledore said with a smile.

Professor Flitwick was standing inside the office; upon seeing Breeze enter, he appeared somewhat restless, yet tinged with excitement.

Professor McGonagall stood to the side, clutching a piece of parchment that looked ancient.

The source of the phoenix cry was Dumbledore's phoenix, Fawkes, who was currently perched on its dedicated wooden stand, staring at Breeze as if eager to fly down.

Breeze regained his composure and, looking straight at Dumbledore, asked, "May I ask what this is about, Headmaster Dumbledore?"

It was clear that Dumbledore was leading this meeting, though the initiator was likely Flitwick.

"It is like this," Dumbledore said, his gaze probing Breeze's pure black eyes and the short, ear-length hair that emitted a faint, soft purple glow. He smiled. "You possess a special kind of magic—a very ancient one. Professor Flitwick discovered it and grew concerned that you might be unable to control it, potentially causing yourself harm."

Dumbledore was clearly trying to ease the atmosphere, as Breeze's body had stiffened for a brief moment upon hearing those words.

Breeze clenched his palms, looked up to meet Dumbledore's gaze, and said with a hint of indignation, "I can control it. The professors can watch me at any time; I can prove it with time."

Flitwick looked uneasily at Breeze's angry expression; he understood that this was an intrusion into Breeze's secrets, but he felt he had to do it.

"Oh, apologies. I was very worried. I mean, I must protect you—it is a professor's duty. It is also for the sake of that incredible power; there are traces of it in the history of the Goblins."

Flitwick became more agitated as he spoke, leaving Breeze feeling bewildered. McGonagall coughed twice, frowning as she reminded him, "Filius, calm down. We need to help Mr. Order understand this power, not ramble on."

"Of, of course." Flitwick tugged at his sleeve and looked at Breeze. "Child, do you know what this power is?"

Breeze's gaze darkened as he pondered the situation. Ultimately, he offered a response that was half-truth and half-fabrication: "It is the power of nature. Nature has been close to me since I was a child. It has helped me a great deal, so I trust it, and I can control the power it gives me."

"Oh, you actually know! And you have coexisted with it for so long? Incredible!" Flitwick's eyes widened. He continued, "Child, I possess both Goblin and human blood. Because of this unique connection, I discovered the power hidden within you, but I never expected it to be so obedient to you. You must understand, the power of nature is always free—or perhaps, capricious."

Capricious?

Breeze did not agree with this assessment, but he did not refute it, as Faner had once said the same thing.

Dumbledore adjusted his half-moon spectacles. "I think we need to witness this power to ensure its safety."

"Of course, I can guarantee it." Breeze did not refuse. He drew his wand and cast a Transfiguration spell on the notebook in his hand. Under the influence of his natural magic, the notebook quickly transformed into a small bird, which spread its wings, took flight, and landed on Dumbledore's hand.

Professor McGonagall's eyes lit up, while Flitwick stared at the wand still crackling with residual magic in Breeze's hand, muttering in fascination, "That's right, it is the scent of nature. An incredible power..."

Dumbledore stroked the bird's feathers, finding them smooth, then touched the bird's belly, only to feel a slight hardness.

Yet, this magic was extremely gentle, showing not a hint of disobedience.

"I haven't fully grasped the structural theory of Transfiguration yet," Breeze said helplessly.

"No," Dumbledore shook his head, praising him with a smile. "It is already quite remarkable. This bird has a great deal of spirit, and your control over it is very proficient. You only need to practice more and observe things closely to master this aspect of magic."

The bird flew from Dumbledore's palm and landed on Professor McGonagall's hand. McGonagall handed the ancient parchment to Professor Flitwick and began to examine Breeze's transfigured work; clearly, now that she understood Breeze could control this power, she had shifted her focus to his Transfiguration skills.

Dumbledore watched Breeze's expression with a smile, and finding nothing unusual, he silently ate a sweet, feeling temporarily reassured.

Professor Flitwick handed the parchment to Breeze. "This is a book left behind by my ancestors. It mentions Goblin magic, though I lack the talent for it. Perhaps you could try it; it might help you better control this power."

The parchment was not thick. Breeze did not rush to flip through it, but instead smiled sincerely at Professor Flitwick. "Thank you for your concern, Professor."

"Oh, no need. It is what I should do. The exploration of magic always has its limits, but Ravenclaw does not wish for knowledge to go extinct. I hope you can learn it."

Professor Flitwick was truly worthy of being the Head of House for Ravenclaw; he remained forever passionate about knowledge.

Breeze then turned to Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall. "I also thank you both. When I was a child, I always thought I was an outcast. I kept hiding this power, afraid to use it, until I discovered wizards and finally felt at ease. Coming to Hogwarts is my greatest stroke of luck."

Breeze's words were seven parts true and three parts false. Upon hearing them, Professor McGonagall's gaze softened immediately.

"It is what we should do. Guiding young wizards is the duty of the professors, and it is the responsibility Hogwarts has held for a thousand years."

"Please rest assured, we will help you keep this secret."

Though Professor McGonagall was strict, she was also very thoughtful. Understanding that Breeze did not want to be the center of attention, she gave him her word, which eased much of the resentment Breeze had been harboring.

"Thank you very much," Breeze said with a squinted, light smile.

At that moment, the bird in Professor McGonagall's hand transformed back into a notebook.

"I was actually planning to look for you, Professor McGonagall. I have already returned that book to the library and written down some of my reflections. I hope to receive your guidance."

Professor McGonagall took the notebook. "I will. I'll give it back to you after class next Tuesday."

Professor McGonagall always favored studious young wizards, especially those who possessed both effort and talent.

Just then, Dumbledore picked up a box of sweets from his desk, winked at Breeze, and said, "Consider this an apology for taking up your rest time. I hope you like Sherbet Lemons. However, Mr. Order, you must be cautious when using your power, especially around other young wizards."

"Of course, Headmaster Dumbledore. Compared to being disliked by everyone, I prefer to be liked and recognized. Who would want to be a bad person for no reason?"

Seeing the sincerity in Breeze's eyes, Dumbledore smiled warmly and handed the Sherbet Lemons to him.

Dumbledore's eyes flickered as he said to Breeze, "Go back and rest, child."

Breeze nodded, bid the professors a good night, and left the Headmaster's office, taking a detour before finally returning to the Owlery.

"Today's events were truly unexpected, but they were not without their benefits."

The downside was that Breeze was already being watched by the professors and could no longer run amok... The upside was that Breeze could display his talents to his heart's content and gain the professors' assistance.

"Why would I want to run amok? I came here to learn magic, not to be some gang leader."

Regarding the "bosses" at the orphanage when he was young, Breeze only found them childish and foolish. What was the point of enjoying hollow flattery? Compared to the massive waste of time and energy, the value was completely disproportionate—a huge losing deal. The current Slytherin was the same; would becoming the leader of Slytherin allow his magic to reach the ultimate sublimation? This was a world of magic, after all. Only becoming a grand mage like Dumbledore, or surpassing Dumbledore, could stir Breeze's heart.

For the current stage, Breeze only wanted to spend his seven years of magical life well, and then...

"Use the power of magic to roam the world. Perhaps Professor Sprout is right; I could become a Herbology master, collecting many magical plants... or use those alchemy books in The Owlery to study alchemy..."

"Or perhaps... Nature Magic."

Squeezing the parchment book in his hand, Breeze understood what his advantage was: the power of nature. It was unique, and in all likelihood, he was the only one in the world who possessed it, so.

"The combination of natural magic and modern spells is incredibly powerful. Why should I look far afield for what is already close at hand? Alchemy, Herbology, or Transfiguration are merely nutrients for Nature Magic. I was truly muddled to have only realized this now."

"I hope that in the future, wizards across the entire world will know my name—Grand Mage Order."

"Hahaha!"

Breeze happily pushed open the door to The Owlery and walked in, only to see Faner, with his yellow vertical pupils, lighting a lamp and staring at his smiling face.

"Is there something happy to report?" Faner twisted his body, crawled to the corner of the table, and looked at Breeze with confusion.

"I just figured out a few things." Breeze sat in the chair, placed the parchment book on the table, and slowly opened it, while Faner brightened the lamp to make it easier for Breeze to read.

"The Birth of the Goblin?"

As time passed, Breeze finished reading this thin parchment book. The text was in Latin, which Breeze could read through by carefully identifying the words, but he felt a bit strange, as the book described more of a history of how Goblins were born from nature.

"Nature, not knowing when it felt that living beings should appear, birthed the Goblins at the edge of the swamp. The Goblins possessed unique magic and could bestow blessings upon objects. Through this power, they became the masters of the swamp and established their own kingdom on the green grass in the center of the swamp..."

"A war broke out. It was the crude Orcs attacking the Elves in the forest. However, the Elves had extremely strong magical talent, and the Orcs retreated for a time. But soon, the Orcs set their sights on the Gnomes in the caves and the Goblins in the swampy green lands. The Gnomes were defeated and fled, while the Goblins were captured."

"Under extreme hatred, the Goblins' blessings turned into curses. The curses broke the Orcs' defenses, and the Elves took the opportunity to attack, winning against the Orcs. The Goblins gained their freedom, returned to the swampy green lands, used the power of the curse to cut off contact with the outside world, and established their own kingdom. Furthermore, they discovered vast Mithril veins in the swamp. The Goblins used their magic to craft magnificent and powerful magical items, but as the Mithril mining ended, the Goblins began to invade the Gnomes..."

The subsequent records were lost, but Breeze could imagine that whether through victory or defeat, once a war born of greed began, it would never cease.

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