Eighth Floor Corridor, Hogwarts Castle
"I've heard your singing," said the Fat Lady, the guardian of Gryffindor Tower, her tone slightly melancholic. "They say your voice carries deep emotion. I used to be able to do that, too. But now… I...
Christmas.
It was a holiday that really shouldn't have much to do with wizards, and yet—somehow—it had become one of the most anticipated times of the year at Hogwarts.
As the final week before Christmas began, the atmosphere in ...
Mid-December arrived in a hush.
On an otherwise uneventful weekend, a gentle drizzle mingled with the faintest trace of snowflakes, drifting quietly through the air.
Perhaps it was too early in the season, or maybe the rain diluted t...
Ian wasn’t in the best of moods.
He walked through the corridor beneath the Great Hall, the torches on the walls burning brightly, casting flickering shadows on the murals that depicted countless lifelike feasts and banquets. The hallway ...
Headmaster's Office, Eighth Floor – Hogwarts
The walls were lined with portraits of past headmasters and headmistresses, each one a silent testament to the rich magical history of Hogwarts.
Every painting seemed to hold within it a...
As expected.
Ian missed the entire Hogwarts dinner.
After returning to the common room to hide the box securely in his trunk—complete with a Concealment Charm—he took a detour instead of heading straight to the kitchens to sate h...
Who could resist the allure of becoming Ravenclaw’s little emperor? The male prefect giving you back rubs, the female prefect washing your feet, the entire student body lining up to welcome the return of Ravenclaw’s lost diadem.
Such a ...
Time flows like water.
And the changes it brings often happen so subtly, we barely notice them.
Like reflections in a rippling pond, memories grow hazy with the passage of time—familiar scenes and emotions slowly fading into a dist...
Sixth Floor, Hogwarts Castle
Transfiguration Office
Professor McGonagall sat alone at her desk, looking uncharacteristically fatigued. The recent chain of events had taken its toll on her.
What was supposed to be a standard Tr...
As it turned out, when one wielded the truth, even a mischievous poltergeist could be made to reason.
"I was wrong! I shouldn't have scared you! I deeply regret it!" Peeves pleaded, realizing there was no way to escape.
"Who were you...
Perhaps it was the nature of serpents, or simply Salazar Slytherin's personal preference.
The Slytherin dormitory, nestled deep within the castle's underground chambers, always seemed to exude a profound and delicate silence, allowing its o...
The Sanctuary Valley
Leaning against an oak tree, Ino held the diadem in his hands, deep in thought.
His recent contemplation had cleared up many previously vague matters.
It seemed that ever since Harry's dreams during the s...
Snape had no desire to witness Ian’s struggle to distribute his spoils once again. With a dramatic sweep of his cloak, he turned sharply and opted for a more secluded route back to his safe house.
Along the way, many young wizards saw the...
"Brewing potions is not the same as cooking!"
Snape’s furious roar was deafening.
Yet, it did little to truly impress upon his students. The young witches and wizards remained silent—not out of conviction, but sheer intimidation....
Upon suddenly hearing Dumbledore’s name, Ino found himself at a loss for how to respond.
To be honest, given the current situation, he had no idea what Dumbledore was thinking.
But one thing seemed certain—the old Headmaster had ...
The fire went out.
Ian wiped the nonexistent sweat from his forehead.
"If it weren't for me, this potion would have been ruined!"
Just as a firekeeper must bring his own fuel, mastering heat control was a skill in itself.
<...
A long and quiet corridor stretched across the second floor of the castle, its atmosphere tinged with an eerie stillness.
On one side, it led to Madam Pomfrey’s office and the infirmary; on the other, it connected to the ever-moving stair...
Daphne’s happiness? Gone.
Snape’s legendary scolding of latecomers? Also gone.
Ian’s mood? Visibly deflated.
“What’s wrong?” Aurora cast a concerned glance at her companion sitting beside her.
Ian let out a ...
After Professor McGonagall made her firm stance clear, Madame Maxime turned and left without hesitation.
The affairs of Hogwarts and the English Ministry of Magic had nothing to do with her, a French headmistress. Staying any longer would o...
Punctual. On time.
Not even a second late, with time to spare.
Ian had no intention of giving Snape the chance to ask about the recipe for the Draught of Living Death.
“Ian! Over here! Over here!”
William, the green...
As Ino stepped into the hospital wing, he ignored Harry and went straight toward Snape.
There was no particular reason—only that the professor’s current state seemed rather unstable.
Snape stood alone in the corner, seemingly cal...
Hogwarts Library
Immersed in the vast ocean of knowledge, Ian was unaware that his performance in Transfiguration class had sparked a deep conversation between the current and future Headmasters in the Headmaster’s office.
The wor...
The Killing Curse—one of the three Unforgivable Curses.
Its infamy far surpasses that of the Imperius and Cruciatus Curses. The distinctive flash of green light is a harbinger of death, an undeniable symbol of fear.
Certainly, many...
The corridors of Hogwarts were eerily quiet, save for the occasional flicker of torchlight that cast long, wavering shadows along the stone walls. The steady sound of Professor McGonagall’s heels echoed softly as she moved with purpose, her face...
2025-03-25 18:55:11 +0000 UTC View PostThe Triwizard Tournament's arena was the Quidditch pitch, repurposed for the competition.
As a standard Quidditch stadium, the field itself was not particularly large—an oval measuring 800 feet long and 500 feet wide.
Surrounding i...
A Successful Magical Experiment!
A Perfectly Verified Hypothesis!
At this moment—
Ian had finally confirmed his theory.
The essence of Transfiguration was indeed different from other branches of magic.
Profes...
Time always seems to slip away in the midst of laughter.
As the hourglass trickled down to its final moments, the competition field had turned into a spectacle of fantasy.
Ice flowers bloomed across the entire arena, while two-foot-h...
It wasn’t just Ian.
All the young wizards in the classroom were somewhat bewildered. They didn’t understand why Professor McGonagall was suddenly so furious. Wasn’t it just a puff of green smoke?
"Before class began, I distinct...
Dragons are classified as 5X-level magical creatures by the Ministry of Magic, making them some of the most dangerous beings in the wizarding world.
Their thick, impervious scales offer protection from most spells, while their immense stren...
So that's how it is. That's the truth. And yet, it's nothing more than that.
The mist that had clouded Ian's mind for so long dissipated silently at that moment. The path ahead was no longer just about climbing to the peak of the mountain.<...