Harry Potter: The Wizard of Apocalypse

After receiving the notes, Ian didn't start reading and studying them immediately. Instead, he chose to first return the previous books to the library and borrowed several basic books on Transfiguration.

If you want to do your work well, you must first sharpen your tools. When facing Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration notes, even if they were just notes from her student days, Ian still needed more relevant books to help him deeply understand the contents of the notes.

When he finished all this and returned to the dormitory, it was already evening, and his two roommates were having a heated discussion.

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"Hey, man, you always bring books when you come back. To be honest, you give me the feeling of an old pedant like Professor Binns," Andre said a little eccentrically.

Ivy, next to him, also chimed in:

"Indeed, life is not just about magic. This Saturday, the school will recruit new Quidditch players. Would you like to come and watch? Every year when new players are recruited, there are always one or two interesting things happening. Someone who is worse at riding a broom than my grandmother is actually competing for the Seeker position."

"Okay, when you two go, remember to call me," Ian readily agreed.

Because of the second awakening of his magical power, Ian's magic had increased exponentially. Afterward, he felt that he had reached a bottleneck in learning magic.

This was particularly evident during the last month of the apocalypse; reading and studying the entire Standard Book of Spells only allowed him to master more spells. There was no change in the accumulation of magical power or the power of casting spells.

What Ian didn't know was that very few, if any, wizards had the opportunity to awaken their magic a second time. His current state was actually the normal growth rate for a wizard.

"Okay, then it's settled. You should have done this a long time ago. Man, it's getting late. There's Potions class early tomorrow morning. I'm fed up with the pungent smell in the classroom," Andre said, imitating Snape's movements as he spoke. He suddenly thought of something and added, "But then again, tomorrow should be the first time we have class together. I also signed up for Divination and Care of Magical Creatures."

Ian jokingly replied, "Haha, but Professor Snape is a true master of Potions, and his courses are of high quality. Since you can't resist, you should learn to enjoy it."

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In the month after school started, Ian had been following the first-year curriculum. If Andre hadn't reminded him, he would have almost forgotten that he had to take elective courses.

To be honest, he was just trying to get credits in Divination, but he had to put his heart into Care of Magical Creatures.

He would have to cherish Professor Cattelbo's course, because in two years, Hagrid would become the professor, and Ian would no longer take the course.

Compared to the two courses where the professors were lackluster, it would be better to switch to Ancient Runes. With two years of accumulated knowledge, he could at least learn something real in that course.

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Nothing eventful happened that night. There were no classes on the Ravenclaw first-year schedule in the morning, so Ian slept in for a rare occasion.

He woke up slowly when the first rays of morning light shone into the dormitory through the window.

Looking at the empty beds, Ian guessed that his two roommates were really afraid of being late for Potions class, so they had set off early.

After a quick wash, Ian went straight to the library. He had been trying to figure out what the bottleneck was that was bothering him. Now, the slow growth rate of his magic felt like a thorn in his throat.

It was like a person who was used to the high-speed rail suddenly having to take the slow green train from the 1960s. The stark difference felt simply unbearable.

He rushed to the hall for breakfast as quickly as possible and unexpectedly found Hermione at the Gryffindor table. Ian ignored the stares and walked straight over.

Hogwarts actually had no set dining location, but most people were used to sitting at the long table of their own house.

At this moment, Hermione also noticed Ian walking towards them and quickly moved to the side to make room.

"Good morning, Hermione. Do you have classes this morning? Want to go to the library together later?" Ian asked.

Hermione quickly replied, "Okay, we only have one class in the morning, History of Magic at 10 o'clock."

After hearing this, Ian nodded and said nothing more. He began to concentrate on the sumptuous breakfast in front of him.

Just as they were eating peacefully, a proud and slightly sour voice suddenly sounded beside them.

"Some bastards… well, some people with impure blood, who are lucky enough to come to Hogwarts, should be content and stop thinking about how to seduce boys all day long."

Ian looked back.

The speaker was a Slytherin student, the blonde little witch Daphne.

Ian and she had met before in Madam Malkin's robe shop, and he clearly remembered the timid way she greeted him.

He hadn't expected that in just one month, she had become so arrogant. He couldn't understand: could the House really change a person's character so quickly?

Facing Ian's calm gaze, Daphne seemed to be standing on hot coals. Not long after, she pulled her companion and quickly fled the scene.

"Are they talking about me?" Hermione asked somewhat belatedly.

Looking at Hermione, who seemed a little naive at the moment, Ian reached out and patted her fluffy little head, saying softly, "There's no need to pay attention to them. They're not talking about you. They didn't even mention your name. Who knows what she's going crazy about?"

After leaving, Daphne took her best friend Millicent and sat back at the Slytherin table.

In fact, Daphne had been attracted to Ian from the moment they met in the robe shop before school started. She was particularly drawn to his lonely and indifferent eyes, as though everything in the world was just a painting in his gaze. His cold and aloof demeanor satisfied all her fantasies about what a true Slytherin should possess.

When she learned that Ian would be attending Hogwarts, she was overjoyed. Unfortunately, he was sorted into Ravenclaw, but she was still pleased.

After carefully observing him, she found that Ian preferred to be alone. Occasionally, when she mustered the courage to approach and talk to him, he would smile charmingly, say a word or two from a distance, and then leave in a hurry.

If Ian treated everyone this way, she wouldn't mind. After all, it was just his personality.

But she noticed more than once that Ian treated the little Gryffindor Mudblood, Hermione, with special favor. They would often wander the corridors together and chat.

Especially today, when Daphne entered the hall and saw Ian sitting at the Gryffindor table, having breakfast with Hermione.

The long-standing jealousy and grievance of being ignored suddenly erupted in her heart.

This was why she had said so many harsh words earlier. She was very regretful now, after all, this must have damaged her image in Ian's mind.

Thinking of this, Daphne no longer had the appetite to eat breakfast. She put down her cutlery and hurriedly left the Great Hall, her heart heavy.

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