"Aileen's method? This is the learning method Aileen crafted for me!"

Hermione rolled her eyes, patting the thick stack of books. She said earnestly, "Unless she can turn knowledge into food and shove it down your throat, this is the only way to learn. Hagrid, are you just trying to get a diploma again? This knowledge and the learning process are important. You were forced to drop out, and now you have the chance to study again. Are you still thinking like Ron and Harry, just messing around?!"

"But Hermione, Aileen's grades are better than yours, aren't they?"

Rubeus Hagrid mumbled, cautiously reminding the girl who resembled a little lion.

"And I don't see her immersed in so much homework and books all day. Maybe there really are some easy... um, right, what's that exam skill? Look, I'm sixty-two years old, these materials are really..."

"That was before! She's in detention every day now, her grades have plummeted!"

As if stung by a sore spot, Hermione Granger retorted quickly and indignantly.

"Just you wait! I've made a bet with her, if I get the highest score in the final exam this time... Hmph!"

Saying this, the little beaver's lips curved up happily, her face radiant with confidence.

However, despite her words, a hint of deep worry and confusion still flickered in Hermione's bright brown eyes.

"I don't know what that white-haired furball is thinking. Even if she's not interested in the public trial, she shouldn't have sneaked off to Hogsmeade during that time, which led to her being caught during roll call—although she wasn't deducted points, it resulted in her having to serve detention every day, and even Dumbledore suggested suspending her position as the potions class assistant."

"Well, there's nothing to be done. Aileen is just too famous... It's hard not to be noticed sneaking around in that kind of situation..."

Hearing Hermione mention this, Hagrid grinned and shrugged.

He couldn't help but recall the little episode that occurred at Hogwarts after the public trial some time ago.

...

With the conclusion of that public trial, some small changes occurred at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Of course, for most Hogwarts students, the public trial wasn't something to be happy about. The essay Professor Dumbledore assigned before the trial, a reflection on the event, was enough to give the young wizards a headache.

But the worst part was that, since most adult wizards had taken the time to arrive at the school to witness the trial, the school took advantage of this rare opportunity to hold Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry's first-ever "Parents' Evening" in the Quidditch pitch that afternoon.

Although the initial purpose of holding the "Parents' Evening" was simply to keep the Ministry of Magic and most wizards at Hogwarts as long as possible, giving Aileen more time to deal with matters concerning Gringotts Wizarding Bank.

However, as the professors, house heads, and even staff like Argus Filch and Rubeus Hagrid began chatting with the students' parents, everyone realized that this mode of communication was quite necessary. On the one hand, families learned about their children's academic performance at school, and on the other hand, professors became aware of potential problems the students might have.

As for Muggle-born wizards like Hermione, the school compiled relevant Parents' Evening notes and mailed them to each child's guardian via owl post for home-school communication.

And the professors present were like stars, becoming the focus of attention surrounded by crowds.

Even Sybill Trelawney, the divination professor who was not generally well-liked or trusted, was surrounded by anxious middle-aged witch aunts and equally anxious young witches.

As for the parents who couldn't squeeze into the crowd for the time being, they all showed their skills, taking their children through the crowd, skillfully finding the prefects, student council presidents, or the children of familiar wizard friends from their respective houses to exchange educational experiences.

In addition, Ministry of Magic officials and media reporters, who had always been eager to increase their social circles and learn more about Hogwarts, also gained a lot from this unique "Hogwarts 1992 First Semester Parents' Evening."

Especially after the Hogwarts house-elves provided all the wizards present with a "Hogwarts Specialty" dinner, many parents, media reporters, and Ministry of Magic officials said that this form of Parents' Evening should be maintained as a tradition, preferably held once every semester.

Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic, even promised on the spot that when the next Parents' Evening was held, the Ministry of Magic would fully assist Hogwarts in inviting some Muggle parents, treating it as an important annual administrative project in the British magical world.

In short, except for the reluctantly smiling young wizards, the atmosphere of the entire "Parents' Evening" was quite friendly.

As for a certain Fairy Queen who originally hoped to use this "Parents' Evening" as a cover, she finally fell into the pit she dug herself—almost all adult wizards would curiously ask about her, that legendary "other people's child," or plan to see with their own eyes whether this "little cabbage" grown in an orphanage was delicious, and whether they should let their children learn more from her.

As a matter of course, Aileen, who had planned to sneak back to the Quidditch pitch, had to reluctantly shoulder the blame herself, sitting obediently in the "Three Broomsticks Pub" in Hogsmeade village next to the school, waiting for "Professor Albus Dumbledore" to inform "Professor Otto Apocalypse" to catch her back.

You know, watching the public trial was treated as Hogwarts class time, in other words... this behavior was equivalent to openly skipping class, and it was witnessed by the entire magical world...

And so...

Her Majesty the Supreme Fairy Queen, the first image of her appearing in the eyes of the entire magical world, was being announced for detention for skipping class at Hogwarts in front of nearly ten thousand wizards—fortunately, not many people knew about it.

...

At the same time.

Hogwarts, in an empty classroom on the eighth floor of the castle.

"Ah, this might be the blackest stain on my entire life!"

Aileen threw down the quill in her hand and collapsed onto the pile of parchment on the table with a *thud*, letting out the nth listless wail, staring wistfully at the sky outside the window.

The sky was clear and bright, as blue as forget-me-not flowers, and there was a hint of summer in the air.

The continuous rainy weather in the Scottish Highlands had finally ended. This was the best weather Aileen had encountered at Hogwarts in the past few months, but no matter how bright the weather outside was, it had nothing to do with Aileen now.

Because everyone knew she was still in "detention."

And for Aileen, it might be more accurate to describe it as "Queen working hours" or "reviewing memorials."

Since becoming the Fairy Queen of Gringotts Wizarding Bank, Aileen had to clean up the mess she had created, most of which came from the liquidation and acceptance of Gringotts' original assets, as well as re-examining external investment projects, defining a new banking monetary system, and adjusting the personnel organization structure...

Although she had the help of Douglas, Leos, and others, as the final decision-maker for many important decisions, even if Aileen only issued some macro-level guidance and signed confirmations, she still had a considerable workload.

After all, she had only recently taken over Gringotts Wizarding Bank, and her foundation was not yet fully established, so she had to personally supervise many things.

Strictly speaking, the classroom she was in was not a regular detention room used to punish students, but rather the abandoned classroom where she first played the piano when she came to the school, which had been re-cleaned and arranged into her exclusive office.

The Steinway black grand piano that belonged to Grindelwald was still quietly placed in front of the window at the front of the classroom. The sofa stool was magically adjusted to Aileen's most comfortable height, making it easy for her to play the piano to relieve boredom at any time.

Behind the piano, the area that was originally piled up with various sundries had been completely cleared out, turning into a small, independent office divided into a rest area and an office area. The rest area and the office area were connected together. Rolling horizontally on the semi-circular desk, she could reach the snacks placed on the nearest coffee table.

The only highlight of British cuisine is their wonderful and comfortable afternoon tea culture.

And in this regard, the house-elves of Hogwarts undoubtedly demonstrated their due professionalism. Aileen only needed to give them a little guidance, and they could easily create the snacks she wanted to eat based on the original cookie baking.

After lying on the table like a salted fish who had lost her dreams for a while, Aileen rolled to the edge of the table, looking at the pile of delicate pastries placed on the small coffee table, thinking about which cookies she should eliminate to soothe her sorrow.

"Luckily, I have my lovely snacks, otherwise how could I survive this..."

Aileen hovered her fingers in the air, picking and choosing, murmuring softly, making cute sounds.

"Soda crackers, whole wheat crackers, pretzel crackers, butter shortbread, chocolate chip cookies, waffle wafers, coconut tiles, meringue, yogurt fruit sandwich cookies... um, decided, I'll eat you this time!"

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