Early morning.
After breakfast, the Little Wizards gathered on the school's outdoor lawn. Ravenclaw's Little Wizards would be taking class with the often-unfavored Slytherin Little Wizards.
Of course.
Compared to Gryffindor.
Slytherin Little Wizards are somewhat friendlier to their Ravenclaw classmates, but only slightly, depending on the number of Muggle Wizards in Ravenclaw this year.
Since it's their first Flying Class, the Little Wizards are very excited, chattering away in their respective houses. There's even a Slytherin Little Wizard loudly claiming that his mother works in the relevant review department and has already pre-ordered next year's epic Flying Broom, the Nimbus 2000.
"It's said to fly faster than light!"
The bragging from the Slytherin side was quite loud.
Some Ravenclaw Little Wizards even displayed envious expressions. Ian was thoughtful; he thought he should not only teach the Bronze Eagle Beast advanced math but also impart some physics knowledge to the Bronze Eagle Beast, so that Ravenclaw's Little Wizards could achieve comprehensive development in morality, intelligence, physique, and aesthetics.
A Wizard who masters both the arts and sciences is the truly powerful Wizard!
"I don't envy them. The broom at my home can turn invisible with the user together. Ian, if you're interested, I'll bring it next year for you to see and touch."
William, the good roommate, has a family with a long legacy, so having some inexplicable things at home is normal. Who knows if he'll come up with something else unusual in the future?
"Aren't you giving it to me?" Ian wasn't actually interested in the invisible broom. He just recalled in the Misty Illusion Realm, he once said similar words to Lady Ravenclaw.
Perhaps if he hadn't just said for Little Ravenclaw to see, but had added to touch, he might have seen Lady Ravenclaw fix the Crown and let him bring it back?
"It's not that I'm unwilling to give it, Ian. You have to trust me, if I gave you the broom from home, how would I use it for you and Little Grindelwald to do dirty and tiring work?"
Such a reasonable answer.
Looking at the earnest and righteous William in front of him, Ian understood that he wasn't suitable to be a sycophant; some are destined to eat that humble pie from birth.
"I always said he was fit for the Ministry of Magic."
Michael was still sighing beside him.
"Minister of Magic, none other than him!"
Ian glanced around the lawn but didn't see Aurora in the Slytherin area. However, he saw the Old Bat in a black robe rushing over.
Little Wizards from Slytherin greeted him, but he only nodded expressionlessly, without stopping, and moved straight to Ravenclaw, grabbing Ian by the neck.
"Uncle Professor Snape! Put me down! I can walk myself!" Ian was dragged towards the castle, feeling he lost his dignity as a Young Professor in front of his classmates.
"What did you put in Dumbledore's head?" Snape took Ian to a secluded corner, unable to resist asking the question that plagued him all night. He couldn't sleep; before yesterday, Snape thought he was the radical one. Who would have expected Dumbledore to be even more radical!
"What's wrong?"
Ian asked curiously.
"Dumbledore asked me to give this to you... I really don't know what he's thinking. Although he didn't come back today, he sent Fox to keep an eye on me!"
Snape's hair seemed a bit sparse, the reason easily understandable.
His expression appeared reluctant as he took out a piece of paper from his cloak and thrust it onto Ian's chest. Ian hurriedly held it, the paper carrying a slight smoky scent.
"If I catch you studying Unforgivable Curses in the library, even if Dumbledore comes... I'll make you drink the worst tasting Magic Potion in the world!"
"You'll never forget that taste for life!" Snape's threat seemed a little weak, but it was probably the most convincing threat he could think of for Ian.
"Huh?"
Ian lowered his head to see the paper, only then understanding why Snape warned him; it was actually an unconditional borrowing permit for the library's Forbidden Book Area.
No restrictions at all!
"I knew Dumbledore was a generous principal! Indeed, only truly powerful Wizards understand that there are no evil Wizards, only evil Magic!"
Ian was incredibly delighted.
"????"
Snape was filled with question marks.
He truly didn't know what to say.
Does he have to admit he's the shallow professor?
"Remember my warning!" Snape always felt there was a little secret between Ian and Dumbledore, while he, the blood relative, was merely an outsider between them.
Blood relative?
At this moment, Snape seemed to have grasped a blind spot.
"Hiss! What are you doing!"
Before Ian could react, Snape suddenly turned back from already walking away and literally plucked seven or eight hairs from Ian's head.
Watching Snape hastily clutch the hair and run towards the castle in an undeniable rush, Ian widened his eyes and suddenly realized.
"Evil Snape! He surely wants to become me and secretly do bad things in the girls' bathroom!"
Ian wanted to chase after him.
But today's Flying Class was about to start.
William and Michael, under Madam Hooch's direction, had come to urge him.
〔ps: Rotten food, diarrhea, drip, tomorrow, 15 thousand words〕