Magical Drama Academy
Harry shrank back in the crowd, but forced himself to walk into Ollivander's Wand Shop.
He had no idea where Ron got his shamelessness from.
He had only planned to wander around the neighborhood after Filch and the others had gone some distance.
But Ron, driven by curiosity, went straight inside.
As soon as he pushed open the door, three pairs of eyes were immediately fixed on him.
"Another one."
"Harry Potter, are you here to ask stupid questions too?" Filch's facial muscles twitched slightly, revealing an awkward smile.
"What do you mean by a stupid question!"
"My questions are all very important!" Ron replied before Harry could even answer.
"Are you Squib too?" Ron then looked at the dark-skinned woman with bulbous eyes.
"To be precise, it was a while ago, but now—" Ms. Campbell smiled and showed off the wand in her hand.
The dark-skinned lady was very talkative, and she inquired about Filch's work at Hogwarts with Ron in a familiar manner.
Harry, who expected to be met with a barrage of insults, stared blankly at everything in front of him.
He finally understood why Filch, with his bad temper, still couldn't shake off Ms. Campbell.
Because she's a thick-skinned, shameless guy, just like Ron.
"Your name is Vienne Campbell? Are both your parents wizards?"
"Then you're much better than Filch. After all, he's Squib from the Rowle family!"
"He probably only got into Hogwarts because of his family connections!"
"I think you deserve better," Ron said, unusually praising Ms. Campbell.
That was indeed a compliment, at least that's what Ron himself thought.
Filch, standing to the side, wore a conflicted expression of gratitude mixed with resentment.
It seems that Filch has unknowingly developed feelings for Ms. Campbell.
Amid Ron's barrage of insults against Filch couldn't help but speak up, "I'm still here, Ron Weasley!"
"You're here!" Ron rubbed his eyes as if waking from a dream.
Harry was speechless.
Ron had completely forgotten about Filch, even though Filch was right next to him.
"I almost forgot, I'm going to school with Filch after I buy the wand." Harry and Ron's eyes widened at this.
"What?"
"A magic school?"
"Is it Hogwarts?" Harry asked three times in a row.
Could all those wizards who turned from Squib be attending Hogwarts?
Take advantage of the summer vacation that other regular students are on.
In Harry's mind, he could already picture Filch, dressed in his incongruous school uniform, mixing Potions under Snape's scolding.
"It's not Hogwarts!"
"How can people like us possibly go to Hogwarts?" Filch seemed stung by Harry's words.
"Harry! That's incredibly rude of you!" Ron said from the side.
"Me? Excuse me?" Harry was speechless.
Especially since it was Ron who said those words.
"We attend the Magical Drama Academy."
"A school specifically for adult wild wizards."
"Now they also accept wizards like us who went from being Squib," Ms. Campbell said with a smile.
A dimple appeared at the corner of her mouth, making her look exceptionally kind.
"The Magical Drama Academy?"
"It can't be some cheap, low-quality introductory magic course like Quick Spellcasting Class, can it?" Ron questioned.
In fact, he couldn't help but have doubts.
In the past, there were indeed many shady schools that scammed students by Squib.
What's worse, their scams were actually quite half-hearted.
It's so obvious that anyone with a wizard friend could figure it out.
This largely filtered out a group of Squib who were wealthy, craved magic, but had no wizard friends.
They are easily deceived, and have no way to seek redress after being scammed.
One example is the Quick Spellcasting Class. Its advertisements are also quite uninspired; it claims to teach people how to chant spells quickly, but the case study is a housewife who was ridiculed for her Potions skills.
Her name is also quite careless— the Top Mountain's Annoying Lady.
"The Magical Drama Academy is a great school that accepts wizards from all countries, regardless of their geographical location."
"It's also a magic school recognized by the International Confederation of Wizards," Filch said at this moment.
He looked very pleased with himself, and stretched his robe to reveal a silver badge with gold trim.
Harry understood immediately.
Ron might not know, but Harry did. It was probably similar to a vocational school in the Muggle world.
"Why add a major?" Ron looked at Ms. Campbell. Although they had only just met, he trusted Ms. Campbell's words more because they got along well.
"Because it doesn't cultivate magical knowledge."
"At least not primarily."
"It cultivates the technologies needed in the factories of the Wizarding World."
"If you are good enough, you can directly join the partner factory after completing your studies," Ms. Campbell explained.
"Like in our country, Charlie's Candy Factory, which makes Chocolate Frog; William Pharmaceuticals, which recently became famous and dominates the low-end Potions market; and the Nimbus Racing Broom Company, all have partnerships with the Magical Drama Academy," Filch emphasized.
Ron wanted to ask more questions, but the clicking sounds behind them interrupted him.
Ollivander is about to appear riding his slide.
And so Filch and Ms. Campbell left the Wand Shop.
Filch acted very reservedly, seemingly reluctant to see Ollivander again.
Before leaving, Ms. Campbell gestured for Ron the owl to make contact.
"Hello, Harry Potter, and Mr. Ron Weasley." Ollivander suddenly appeared behind Harry and Ron.
"What happened?"
"I was already pointing at the places you might appear," Ron bluntly retorted.
Harry secretly thought that Ollivander probably had a bad habit of suddenly appearing behind people to scare them.
"Harry Potter, an extraordinary combination, flexible, Holly Wood, Phoenix Feather, eleven inches long. I saw in the newspaper the feats you accomplished with my product, very impressive. I was right, you will achieve great things." Ollivander didn't continue.
Perhaps because Ron was there, he didn't even mention the Holly Wood's brother wand.
He turned to look at Ron. "A fourteen-inch willow wand made of Unicorn Hair is different from a regular willow wand; it won't make a whooshing sound when you swing it."
Harry breathed a sigh of relief. He was afraid of hearing Ollivander give the same assessment of his mother's wand. "Ten and a quarter inches long, made of wicker, it whistles when you swing it, a good wand for casting spells."
If that's the case, he'll feel something's very wrong.
"Why don't you mention my name? I've done a lot of great things recently."
"The Demiguise that protect Ravenclaw Tower, the Philosopher's Stone, and my latest invention— the Smoke Bomb!" Ron grumbled.