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Chapter 93: Say It Again, Which House Are You In?
Chapter 93: Say It Again, Which House Are You In?
"Of course it hasn't expired. The Christmas one was already eaten by me. This one is to celebrate your return home." Aisha laughed. She had initially felt that Ivan's changes over the past year were too significant, making her feel a bit strange. But now, she felt much more familiar with him.
Because his reaction was still just as amusing.
Ivan rolled his eyes. He had been so touched before, but he wouldn't believe it again next time.
The Hales Family didn't have many rules, so the two of them started chatting while they ate. Or rather, it was mostly Aisha asking Ivan about his current situation at school.
As for things like killing the troll on Halloween, battling the Dark Lord at the end of the term, and raising a baby dragon for a month, Ivan didn't mention a single word. He didn't want Aisha to worry so much that she would make him drop out and stay at home.
Where would he go to earn Academic Points and improve his strength then?
Aisha listened with pride, especially when she heard that Ivan's final grades were all Outstanding except for History of Magic.
This was also intentional on Ivan's part, to avoid Aisha overreacting when he needed to cast spells.
However, when Ivan mentioned that, thanks to his efforts, Gryffindor had won the House Cup, Aisha's expression suddenly became strange. The more she listened, the more she felt something was off. She suddenly asked,
"You're not in Slytherin?"
"Of course not. Didn't you send a letter to Professor Dumbledore? He didn't tell you I was sorted into Gryffindor?" Ivan looked at Aisha with confusion. He hadn't mentioned this in his previous letter, assuming his mother already knew.
"Gryffindor? You're in that house of fools, the arrogant and reckless Gryffindor?" Aisha's tone grew heavier, and her beautiful face was filled with intense anger.
Ivan opened his mouth, thinking that Gryffindor wasn't that bad, right?
Before he could speak, Aisha angrily crushed the glass in her hand. The sharp shards cut her palm, and orange juice mixed with drops of blood flowed onto the table.
"How could that damned headmaster assign you to that house?" Aisha asked, enunciating each word clearly.
Ivan couldn't understand the source of Aisha's anger. He had no related memories, but he still tried to explain under the pressure.
"The House should have been decided by the Sorting Hat."
However, Aisha didn't believe him. She thought someone must have used their authority to force the Sorting Hat to change its decision. So, without any hesitation, she cursed Dumbledore in front of her son, using almost every insult she knew.
"I should have sent you to Durmstrang Institute!" Aisha concluded angrily.
Why am I at Hogwarts now? Ivan shivered, not understanding. He recalled that Aisha had sent him here because it was free, and he only needed to buy some textbooks and daily necessities.
You really are my mother, Ivan thought sarcastically.
Despite his sarcasm, Ivan knew things weren't as simple as he imagined.
He remembered that in the Howler Aisha had sent him, her tone towards Dumbledore seemed off, but he had thought it was just because she was angry.
It seems there must be another reason.
"Is your relationship with Professor Dumbledore not good?" Ivan asked cautiously.
"Just stay away from him at school", Aisha said irritably, having regained her composure. She took a bandage from the cabinet and started treating her wound.
Ivan nodded in agreement. He always kept his distance from Dumbledore at school.
The final dinner was a hurried affair. After eating, Aisha went down to the Basement to tinker with her Dark Magic Items and set up some Protective Spells.
Diagon Alley wasn't safe at night, especially with the recent unrest.
Ivan returned to his small room.
The room was simple and tidy, with only a bed, a desk, and a cabinet. It was spotlessly clean, showing that the Dusting Charm was frequently used. After a year, it still looked the same as when he left.
Ivan unpacked his clothes and organized them. He instinctively pulled out his wand, intending to practice magic, but then remembered he wasn't allowed to cast spells. He sighed, feeling frustrated with this life.
Especially after being tricked, Ivan was eager to improve his strength.
He would have to ask Aisha tomorrow if there was a solution.
For now?
Ivan decided it was best not to bring up the issue of his mother's conflict with Dumbledore, even though he was curious.
He kept reading until midnight. Ivan vaguely sensed a Magic Fluctuation outside the window. Moving to the window, he noticed something he couldn't see with his eyes but could detect with his sensitive magical senses.
Is this Peaceful Guarding?
Or something similar?
As Ivan was thinking, a series of howls echoed from the distance. He looked up to see a full moon hanging high in the sky.
werewolf Transformation on a Full Moon
Ivan frowned. While some werewolves did hide in Diagon Alley, such an occurrence was rare in his ten years of memory.
After all, Diagon Alley had its share of tough characters, and the werewolves would usually find a place to hide during the Full Moon Night, rather than wander around openly.
The howls grew closer. Ivan gripped his wand, hidden in his sleeve, and mentally grumbled about the rule that Young Wizards couldn't cast spells outside of school.
Wait, Young Wizards are allowed to use magic in self-defense if their lives are in danger, right?
As Ivan hesitated, a tall, dark figure burst out of the alley under the moonlight. It was a half-wolf, half-human creature, covered in brownish-gray fur, with long limbs and dark red eyes. Its large, sharp-toothed mouth panted heavily.
This was the first time Ivan had seen a werewolf. The creature didn't seem to notice him and quickly darted into another building.
Ivan was about to mourn for the residents inside when, a few seconds later, the large werewolf was thrown back out, crashing into the red brick wall and howling in pain. Deep, bone-deep wounds covered its body.
(End of Chapter)
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