"So scary? It's just Quidditch..."

Charlie Weasley glanced at his two prankster brothers, shaking his head dismissively.

Over the years, he had heard his mother's roars from the kitchen countless times. These twin brothers were the undisputed mischief-makers and jesters of the Weasley family. He was simply too familiar with such exaggerated descriptions.

"George, Fred, if you had ever experienced encountering a grumpy adult female black dragon over the open sea in Romania, you would understand what the most dangerous aerial sport in the world is—"

"Oh, Charlie, you're the one who doesn't understand—that's not the scariest thing."

Fred exclaimed, waving his hands dramatically, his face taking on the look of someone telling a horror story.

"Believe me, death is definitely not the worst thing. Miss Kaslana is much scarier than a dragon."

"That's right! My naive brother, you probably can't even imagine the horror of falling from the sky three times in a row in one day, and then hearing the words—[You've been healed, you can keep flying] the moment you open your eyes—"

George Weasley nodded solemnly, involuntarily shuddering.

If there was anything scarier than encountering Illyana, it would undoubtedly be when their team captain was a Quidditch fanatic—under the double magic of Wood and Illyana, unconsciousness was a luxury.

"But this year, you still have to face Illyana Kaslana, don't you?"

Hermione Granger raised an eyebrow, glancing at the Weasley twins with a knowing smile.

"Granger, please, it's the first day of school," George Weasley sighed helplessly.

"Merciful Gryffindor goddess of wisdom, could you please let us have a good meal first?"

Fred Weasley nodded mournfully, raising a glass of milk and gulping it down.

"And after the first Quidditch match, Charlie, remember to write to Dad, telling him that when we faced the Hogwarts Silver Moon Demon King, we didn't disgrace the Weasley family, at least we maintained our dignity as 'resident ghosts'..."

*Bang!*

Before Fred could finish speaking, someone slapped him hard on the shoulder, almost spilling his milk.

Immediately afterwards, a very excited, high-spirited voice rang in their ears.

"It's different, hey! Guys. This year is completely different—"

Everyone turned around and saw a tall, sturdy boy standing behind them.

Oliver Wood, the Gryffindor Quidditch captain, the man who could marry his broom in legend.

At this moment, Wood's face was filled with the joy of a long-single person finally getting married. He glanced around warily, making sure that people from other houses were not eavesdropping on their conversation, and then lowered his voice, speaking mysteriously.

"I ran into Professor McGonagall on the stairs just now, and guess what she told me, Fred? She said that Illyana will join the Gryffindor team this year. In all these years, I have never felt that we were so close to the championship—just pass the ball to her, and the rest is just a matter of seeing how many minutes the opponent can last."

"Don't be too optimistic, Wood."

Fred Weasley nodded towards the neighboring table.

"Hufflepuff still has Miss Abbot Hannah, who is no less than Illyana. She knocked down a Slytherin player one-on-one in last year's final, do you remember? I heard Dad say that she helped out at their Leaky Cauldron pub during the summer and beat up at least twenty strong drunkards with her bare hands. Are you sure you can—"

"Then we have at least a ninety-eight percent chance of winning, no big deal."

Oliver Wood waved his hand dismissively. They had faced the new team many times in the past year. In his impression, besides Illyana, the shortcomings of the other new students were still very obvious.

"Trust me, the goddess of luck is clearly on our side this year. As long as we perform normally, I really don't know what methods the other three houses have to beat us—ha, unless someone can catch the Golden Snitch right at the beginning."

"...Wood, this thing about luck might..."

Hermione moved her lips worriedly, but in the end she didn't say anything.

As a "land bird," she didn't have much say in the field of Quidditch, but in the past year she had seen too much unreasonable "luck" to the point that she began to disbelieve in logical probability.

If we are talking about the goddess of luck, then she might be neither in Gryffindor nor in Hufflepuff…

"Don't pay attention to Oliver, Granger. Let him be happy for a while..."

Percy Weasley smiled and shook his head, casually taking some sausages and roasted tomatoes and pushing them to Hermione.

"You have two new major classes in a while, right? Eat quickly and go to the classroom, and then tell us what exactly the math and literature classes are about—to be honest, I have no idea how to preview these two courses."

As he spoke, Percy Weasley pointed to the timetable in front of Hermione.

【9:00 AM: Math Class】(All Second-Year Students)

【10:30 AM: Literature Class】(All Second-Year Students)

Unlike the other courses at Hogwarts before, the newly opened two courses are both major courses.

In Percy Weasley's memory, similar situations, except for Care of Magical Creatures and Astronomy having extremely rare animals or celestial phenomena that required all students from all houses to attend together, were rarely scheduled like this.

After all, in most classes, professors often need to take into account the learning situation of each student.

On the other hand, for some reason, these two courses always gave him a vague sense of foreboding—as if there was something extremely terrible hidden in them, but he couldn't imagine what challenge arithmetic and reading could pose.

……

Meanwhile, at the Ravenclaw table.

Illyana also received her new timetable, or rather, a somewhat strange schedule.

"Ugh, headache, Old Potato and Old Radish are completely useless..."

Hogwarts' first lovely head of house frowned, carefully examining the form in her hand, muttering with some dislike.

"I really don't know why those two guys haven't bought more basic science books to read all these years..."

In addition to the normal learning content, starting from every afternoon, she also needs to go to the Potions classroom as agreed, serving as Severus Snape's Potions teaching assistant, responsible for guiding and watching over students complete the learning content of "Magichemistry," unlike last year when she was mainly responsible for controlling the situation, this year she also needs to undertake some teaching in chemistry.

After the afternoon classes are over, she also needs to spend more than two hours a day, three days a week, going to the "Academy City Research Area" located outside the gates of Hogwarts, to solve the problems of those experts from the former Soviet Union.

This includes not only academic confusion, but also some basic and extremely urgent daily needs.

For example, the electromagnetic chaos field in the Hogwarts area seriously interferes with the operation of electronic equipment. This alone prevents most scholars from carrying out research normally. In addition, water and biogas also need to be re-planned and sorted out. In terms of this process, the facilities previously provided by Hogwarts were too simple.

And there are many similar problems…

Building a magic city from scratch is much more difficult than Illyana imagined.

After all, whether it is Dumbledore or Grindelwald, what they are good at is only magic. Perhaps they have some slight advantages in politics, education, and leadership, but this does not give them some basic municipal capabilities and experience.

"No way, it seems that I can only rely on myself at the beginning."

Illyana shook her head. She had a lot of ideas about the fusion of magic and technology, although most of them may not necessarily lead to the most correct results, but for her at the moment, time is the most abundant resource.

"Oh, Illyana," Luna looked curiously at the parchment in Illyana's hand, frowning slightly, "Is your schedule so full this semester? Even on weekends there are corresponding schedules—can you really do it alone?"

"Don't worry about that, I still take classes with Hannah most of the time."

"But look," Luna corrected seriously, "The problem is precisely caused by that small part of the time. Monday at ten o'clock in the evening, the new energy project team. Next, Tuesday at ten o'clock in the evening, the biological research institute. And—"

Luna carefully looked at the densely packed schedule, reading with some confusion.

"Wednesday at ten o'clock in the evening, second-class containment item contact project... Illyana, I know there are many mysterious responsibilities, but don't you think you need to do too many things every day and spend too much time? Moreover, if it starts at ten o'clock in the evening, can you enter and exit the castle by yourself without getting lost? If it's that late, Hannah and I shouldn't be able to go out..."

"Shh! Keep it down, keep it down," Illyana glared at Luna, saying quickly, "Of course I don't know the way!"

"Then you—"

"Don't forget I can fly."

Illyana winked nimbly.

"But—"

"It's very simple, everything is in my plan! Luna, you just need to open the window of Ravenclaw Tower every night after ten o'clock, and quietly light your wand by the window."

Illyana proudly raised her finger and waved it, saying in a relaxed tone.

"Regarding this matter, I have thought about it and verified it several times. The sky will not get lost—no matter how complicated the roads of Hogwarts Castle are, as long as there is a flying broom and a signal beacon, I can fly back directly."

"But I still think..." Luna said softly with some unease.

Just then, a burst of rapid panting suddenly erupted from the Slytherin table not far away.

Accompanied by a series of clanging cutlery collisions, several young wizards suddenly jumped up with flushed faces, panting non-stop, as if they had been hit by a curse. Their lips almost swelled up in an instant.

And among the new students, the only one who didn't jump up was the newly promoted shadow prefect, Miss Ivanovich.

"So spicy, so spicy, so spicy! What kind of devil's test is this!"

Illyana's eyes twitched slightly, looking solemnly at the plates of scarlet breakfast in front of her.

If it weren't for the fact that she had smelled a faint ominous aura in advance, she would have almost followed the other little guys and carelessly stuffed these into her mouth, thinking they were dishes covered in ketchup and strawberry jam.

But even if only the tip of her tongue touched it slightly, Illyana felt as if she had touched a flame.

Not far from her, four or five older students were looking at her while calmly forking a piece of grilled bacon and stirring it in a stack of death-red sauce, and then putting it in their mouths to chew slowly.

This, this is...

Illyana hesitated with the knife and fork in her hand.

In her original plan, showing her strength, convincing Slytherin House, and then relying on the contrast between the shadow prefect and the first-year new student status, she should be able to smoothly complete the task proposed by Illyana.

In fact, until before the start of breakfast today, she even thought that she had completed the test in advance.

"What's wrong, Illyana? Doesn't the Hogwarts cuisine suit your taste?"

A light-golden-haired boy looked curiously at the girl next to Illyana Ivanovich, absentmindedly pushing a stack of bright red devil pepper sauce in front of her, and said softly in a voice that only Illyana could hear.

"Eat it, Miss Ivanovich, this is also Big Sister's task. Hot sauce, durian, coriander, these are all the characteristics of Slytherin House, and also the admission rules of the pure-blood world. If you want to completely gain everyone's approval, then you must show that you can sit at the same table with everyone...right..."

Draco Malfoy showed a faint smile to Illyana Ivanovich, raising his eyebrows friendly.

From the angle where only the girl could see, Draco subtly turned his palm over.

【Hogwarts - Trainee Investigator - Draco Malfoy (d-level)】

"Let me introduce myself, Draco Malfoy, one of the Moonlight Seven, and the current sCp trainee investigator. Respectable Miss Illyana Ivanovich, in the coming year, I will be your shadow."

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Big chapter! Well, it's a two-in-one~