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  The world was as capricious as a Niffler's loyalty.

  Ian had envisioned his triumph— navigating Ravencw's trials, deciphering a puzzles, g the Founder's legacy, and rising as Ravencw's prodigal heir— but it never came to pass. Instead, he found himself fronted by a Se Bronze Eagle Door-Knocker, burdened with turies of petty grievances.

  "In the long river of history, why did you choose Lady Ravencw as your teacher?" The bronze eagle head g to its grudge from when Ian had outwitted it at the start of the school year.

  "Because the facts are already set in stohe House I was sorted into is Ravencw. The moment I removed the S Hat, I became a student of Rowena Ravencw," Ian attempted to expiheory of causality to the obstinate bronze eagle.

  The door remained firmly shut.

  "That makes sense, but it's not enough," The bronze eagle head insisted, clearly enjoying its role as gatekeeper.

  "Lady Ravencw embodies the light of wisdom, a brilliant bea guidihrough the vast universe of knowledge."

  "Still not enough."

  "She possesses a fair and selfless heart, respeg the unique qualities of every student."

  "Still not enough."

  "By following Lady Ravencw, I better uand myself and uncover my hidden talents and potential."

  "Still not enough."

  The bronze eagle head was even more vindictive than Ian himself.

  "Hiss~"

  Ian inhaled sharply. It was as if, across a millennium, he had e to grasp Lady Ravencw's pettiness. Ented artifacts often reflect the traits of their creators.

  "Because… she led me here… to meet you? To bask in your… exceptional charm?" Ian, desperate, resorted to some rather cheesy fttery.

  The bronze eagle head remained silent.

  "Click~"

  The door swung open, and no further words were needed.

  Even though he wouldn't have to sleep in the hallway tonight, Ian still felt no joy. What kind of year is this? Am I truly the fool who's flirting with a bronze eagle head?

  "Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

  Iahat the bronze eagle head of his House had lost its marbles. He hurried into the on room, where numerous Ravencw witches and wizards of all ages were gathered around the limited number of long tables, p over their studies.

  Uher Houses, the Ravenon room boasted its own small library, though most of the tomes were reted to their school subjects.

  "Hi, Ian."

  Cho g, who was seleg books from the shelves, spotted Ian as he entered.

  Ian waved back at her.

  "Do you want some insider info about tomorrow's Defense Against the Dark Arts css?" Cho g leaned in spiratorially, holding a book titled "Magical Creatures And Where To Find Them."

  Ian chuckled, "For the first css, they 't possibly have us face a Troll, right?"

  Though he was a udent at Hogwarts, in the past two days, he had already learned how unreliable the so-called insider information at Hogwarts could be.

  "Of course not! It's Irish Lepres. Someone saw their cages in Professor Ehrlich's office." Cho g patted the book in her hand.

  "Everyone is scrambling to find ways to deal with them, hoping to earn points for the House tomorrow. No one wants those little wizards from Gryffindor to steal the spotlight."

  Cho g lowered her void added, "Well, everyone also wants to shihemselves. You earned points for the House today, and the Prefects even praised you specially tonight."

  Uedly, he had missed a social moment.

  Ia a twinge ret.

  "Where are the Prefects? Where are the Prefects? ime they praise me, I hope they choose a time when I'm present, thank you." Ian couldn't find the two Prefects.

  But he did attract the attention of other younger wizards.

  "It's Prince! Blimey, your performan Potions css today was brilliant! Even Snape couldn't touch you. Do you have time to teach us how to brew the Boil Cure Potion?"

  "Yeah, yeah! Your Boil Cure Potion seems eveer than the ones sold in shops. My elder sister, who always gets boils, goes through so many bottles every year."

  "Shut it! You numpty! Even if Mum es! I'm going to get you today!"

  ...

  Several first-year wizards who had attended css with him earlier now eagerly struck up a versation with Ian. In Ravencw House, as long as your academic performance was good, you would earn the admiration and respect of your peers.

  There might be petition among everyone.

  But clever folk chose to learn from the cleverer ones, rather thaing them as oddities.

  "Of course, no problem. I'll definitely have time." Ian, with Snape's "Advanced Potion-Making" tucked under his arm, just wao return to his dormitory and study diligently.

  Michael and William weren't in the on room; they must be secretly w hard to improve, and who knows when they might catch up to me!

  Feeling a strong sense ency, Ian quied his pace.

  However.

  At that moment.

  "At home, my mum told me that learning always es at a cost. I subscribe to your future Potions otes for one gold Galleon?"

  Perhaps knowing Ian's background and being financially well-off, the young wizard cautiously probed, iently opening a Pandora's box.

  "I only have five silver Sickles."

  "I have seven silver Sickles, and my mum will send me more pocket money month."

  "Money 't buy knowledge, but I have five boxes of Chocote Frogs. I just want to learandard ratio for the Boil Cure Potion."

  "I've already spent all my pocket money, but I steal my elder sister's pocket money... Ah, elder sister, why are you hitting me? You only like saving money and never spend it anyway."

  ...

  Seven ht first-year Ravencw wizards gathered in the corridor leading to the dormitories, and even the older students couldn't help but look up with i.

  Before these older students could express their own i.

  "We're all friends here, and there's no time like the present. I have time today. e o me give you ara tut session. Just give me one silver Sickle, and it'll be fine."

  Ian stopped, turned around, and walked back to the on room.

  He should have discovered this business opportunity sooner.

  No matter where you are, tut is a lucrative venture. Quickly sing the s the young wizards produced, Ian opted for a pay-per-session model for steady ine.

  Monthly card, weekly card, daily card... none are as good as pay-per-session. Those who uand, uand.

  "Just one silver Sickle? Blimey! I'm ashamed for ever being jealous of you!"

  "Thank you, thank you! You're such a good person!"

  "What should I do? I only have Chocote Frogs..."

  ...

  Ian collected one silver Sickle from each person, and a box of Chocote Frogs from a slightly embarrassed boy, promising him that he could attend his lectures five times iure.

  "To be ho, my whole family are Potions Masters. High-quality potion making run in our veins." Ian's words made the eager older students sit back down.

  "It's just the Boil Cure Potion. Tomorrow, I expiails of other potions, breaking them down and expining them thhly. Tomorrow, it'll still just be one silver Sickle!"

  "Don't worry, since I've taken your money, I will defiake responsibility for teag you all. It's not just about passing; I want everyoo excel in Potions css!"

  The fire in the firepce crackled.

  The details of potion-making began to unfold.

  This was clearly just the beginning.

  On a night in the new semester at Hogwarts.

  Ian Prind his earliest followers.

  For the first time.

  Gathered together.

  ...

  (End of Chapter)