“……”
Aileen silently glanced at Grindelwald, vaguely guessing at some of the old wizard's intentions.

Without a doubt, no world-saving hero could reach the end alone, and neither could a demon king-esque hero. Help from companions, henchmen, goddesses, old men, and armies of servants were all essential elements.

As the waves she stirred in this world gradually intensified, the people around her would inevitably be caught up in major events. Appropriately enhancing the strength of her surrounding companions was a good thing for both her and her "wings."

However, what Aileen didn't understand was why the first Dark Lord would choose Hannah? The iron-headed simpleton? Abbott?

Could it be that the provocation from before was still ongoing? Theoretically, shouldn't class be equivalent to being out of combat?

According to her understanding of Grindelwald, the old potato should hate this kind of dumb, headstrong person the most.

Moreover, in terms of talent, both Hermione and Luna were clearly more in line with Grindelwald's definition of a "potential newcomer." An endless thirst for knowledge and unrestrained imagination – that was the template for an excellent student suitable for training.

Compared to the other two protagonists from the original story, Hannah's only advantages might be her thick skin, resilience, and...stubbornness?

"Let's go, Miss Abbott. This isn't a detention, so don't look so miserable. We..."

Grindelwald smiled slightly, not explaining too much. He reached out and patted Hannah on the shoulder, preparing to leave.

Before the old wizard had walked more than a couple of meters, the newly appointed Defence Against the Dark Arts professor suddenly stopped. He turned around and waved at Professor Dumbledore, who was standing not far away from the group, a slightly awkward expression on his face.

"Um, Professor Dumbledore, could you please point me in the right direction? I'm not very familiar with Hogwarts yet. Speaking of which, which way is my office again..."

"Of course..." Dumbledore smiled helplessly.

"Miss Kaslana, you should go to the Potions classroom now – Professor Snape is waiting for his assistant."

After a slight pause, Dumbledore thoughtfully looked at the few girls who hadn't moved, and then said, "If possible, Miss Granger, could you please escort her to the dungeons first… and then, come to the Headmaster's office afterwards, along with Miss Lovegood."

"I remember there are a few books related to spells in the office. I think they might be helpful to you."

"The Headmaster's office is behind the gargoyle next to the Gryffindor common room. Of course, I think you probably already know that."

"The password is – 'Crispy Snow Crab Legs'."

"Well then, see you later..."

Dumbledore smiled warmly and led Grindelwald and the bewildered Hannah away.

…

"Will Hannah be okay? What do Professor Dumbledore and Professor Apokalips... what are they up to?"

Hermione frowned, watching Hannah and the two old wizards disappear around the corner of the corridor, and asked worriedly.

"I don't know, but it shouldn't be a bad thing."

Luna, standing to the side, shook her head and said softly, lost in thought.

"If it's going to Professor Dumbledore's office, I don't think it's anything terrible. I don't know why, but I find Professor Apokalips vaguely frightening, although I don't feel any malice from him."

"But..." Hermione tugged at her hair in frustration, trying to express that sense of disharmony.

"Don't overthink it. I think… maybe they've seen some potential in you?"

The girls walked towards the dungeons of the castle, Aileen quietly comforting the somewhat apprehensive Hermione.

"Both you and Luna performed exceptionally well in class earlier. The regular curriculum can't fully tap into your potential, so the professors are probably thinking that way – if you think about it in a good way, it's just some extra homework."

"Homework?!"

"Well… maybe it's after-school snacks…"

Although she knew that Grindelwald and Dumbledore wouldn't harm them, Aileen didn't know exactly what the two old wizards were planning before the results came out, so she could only vaguely comfort the emotions of her two little wings.

However, it was clear that her comfort hadn't had a very good effect – or perhaps it had even had the opposite effect.

Until the three separated at the entrance of the Potions classroom, the tense expressions on Hermione and Luna's faces hadn't lessened. After briefly agreeing on a time to meet again, the two little lolis moved towards the Headmaster's office with heavy hearts.

There shouldn't be… any problems, right?

Looking at the departing duo, a hint of worry surfaced in Aileen's heart.

However, when she entered the Potions classroom and began busying herself as a Potions teaching assistant under Professor Snape's direction, she immediately threw her anxiety to the back of her mind.

Anyway, Grindelwald and Dumbledore were very clear about where her bottom line was, and she was also very clear that the two old men didn't have any strange hobbies. Therefore, compared to the inwardly apprehensive "Nanamins," Aileen was actually the most relieved one.

…

Potions class ended in the afternoon.

Just as Aileen had predicted, the elders' after-school instruction didn't take too long.

Hermione, Hannah, and Luna appeared as scheduled at the entrance of the Potions classroom, waiting for Aileen to rearrange the messy cauldrons and test tubes. The four of them then headed to the school's Great Hall to enjoy dinner together.

"So, what exactly did the professors talk to you about?"

At the dinner table, Aileen cut into a thick pork sausage and took the initiative to start the conversation, asking about what had happened that afternoon.

Ever since she had left the Potions classroom, she had felt as if there was some kind of strange secret among her wings – the worry on everyone's face had disappeared without a trace, replaced by a peculiar, mysterious smile.

This atmosphere inexplicably irritated Aileen, but she couldn't find a suitable place to vent.

It felt like… she had been plotted against by those two old guys again?!

"Oh, you mean this afternoon? Professor Apokalips taught me a Runic inscription."

Hannah happily replied while diligently devouring the chunk of meat in her mouth.

"According to him, it's the same magic that you learned before, Aileen, the one used to heal wounds – unfortunately, I don't have as much talent as you, Aileen, so I might have to practice often. You'll definitely help me, right?"

"Runic… inscription? Wait, how is that inscription pronounced?"

Aileen pondered for a few seconds, her ominous premonition growing stronger.

"There are two pronunciations, they say they have different meanings, ur, rua…"

As expected! The old potato was getting revenge!

"Stop! Don't touch me yet! Hold onto your fork!"