Harry Potter: The Wizard of Apocalypse

Fortunately, the Charms classroom was on the fourth floor of the castle. Soon, Ian arrived at the office door, knocked, and pushed it open after receiving permission. It was his second time visiting this office.

"Good morning, Professor Flitwick!" Ian greeted, bowing slightly.

"Good morning, Ian. To be honest, I've been waiting for you to come to me. Is there something wrong with the course?"

Over more than a month of contact, Ian discovered that Professor Flitwick, a character with a small role in the original book, really took good care of the students in his house and was extremely protective of his pupils.

Facing Professor Flitwick's question, Ian answered calmly, "Professor, it's like this. I feel like I can't learn anything in the first-year Charms class, so I want to apply to go back to the third year."

"Ha, that's good. It shows that you have great talent in magic. However, before that, we still need a simple test to prove that you have indeed mastered the knowledge of first and second year."

As expected, Professor Flitwick was delighted when he heard this. After all, there was a genius in Charms in his own house, and no one could be happier than the substitute teacher.

"Then let's test the first-year content first. Let these apples line up and dance across this table. You need to make the formation as neat and the dance steps as gorgeous as possible."

As Professor Flitwick spoke, he drew out his wand, and five fresh and delicious apples appeared on the table one by one.

This was also the content of the final practical exam for first-year Charms class. It involved the application of spell combinations and included many key elements of the first-year curriculum. However, Professor Flitwick omitted the theoretical exam part.

Ian wasn't in a hurry when he heard this. It was indeed very simple for him, given that he had already memorized the entire Standard Book of Spells.

The simple test lasted less than 20 minutes after Ian used several spells above the third-year level.

Professor Flitwick was extremely excited about this.

"Very good, very good, a wonderful performance. I agree with your application. Starting from next week, you will join the third-year class. If Hogwarts allowed skipping grades, I'd even want to let you go directly to the fifth-year Charms class."

Hearing this, Ian breathed a sigh of relief. Although he had absolute confidence in his ability, he only felt truly at ease after hearing Professor Flitwick's definite answer.

"Thank you for your approval, Professor Flitwick."

After Ian left the office, he suddenly realized that he seemed to have nothing to do. His bloodline research had fallen into an endless stagnation.

Compared to when he first entered Hogwarts, although his sense of crisis had grown, his life was also more fulfilling.

Once upon a time, he studied magic with all his might every day, like a dry sponge eagerly absorbing knowledge after encountering water.

He didn't know when it had started, but he felt that he had lost this motivation.

It seemed that after experiencing the second awakening of magic, his magical power had grown rapidly, indirectly enhancing his magical talent. The most intuitive manifestation was that most of the spells from Standard Book of Spells could be easily performed.

Although this gave him a complete sense of security, it also made him lose the desire to continue exploring the path of magic.

It's like life, which originally had infinite possibilities, becoming boring and monotonous, with the future visible at a glance, from the moment of marriage.

"I don't like this. I really don't. Magic is about infinite possibilities, not just a means of survival," Ian thought to himself.

At that moment, Ian finally rediscovered his original feeling and yearning for magic. Magic should not be a mere means of survival, but his lifelong pursuit and passion.

"Interest is the best teacher. All my previous actions were indeed too purposeful."

Knowing your shortcomings and striving to make progress, looking to distant mountains and moving forward.

After realizing this, Ian felt relieved. This time, he neither went to the library to read nor found an abandoned classroom to practice magic. Instead, he slowly walked out of the castle.

He strolled quietly along the bank of Black Lake, sorting out his previous thoughts as he walked.

"...I feel like I've overlooked something. By the way, the plot is almost at the point where Harry and his three companions are looking for information about the Philosopher's Stone... the Philosopher's Stone?"

A flash of realization struck Ian's mind, instantly illuminating the fog. At this moment, he finally remembered the thing he had always ignored—the Philosopher's Stone, one of the highest products of alchemy.

"As expected, you don't care about what you have. If you don't study such a treasure, it would be a waste..."

After finding his goal, Ian was full of energy in the following weeks. Not only did he go to Snape twice a week to learn potion knowledge, but he also read almost all the basic books on alchemy.

Hogwarts was unusually peaceful on Saturday morning. Even the energetic little Gryffindor wizards would not choose to make a fuss on a Saturday morning.

Ian closed the book in his hand. The Legend of Nicolas Flamel was obviously a biography.

He glanced at the countdown in his mind: 45 hours, 33 minutes, and 16 seconds.

"It's time to relax. I've been at Hogwarts for so long, but I've never been to the prestigious Hogsmeade. I really don't deserve the title of a time traveler."

Thinking about this, Ian became somewhat tempted. On the one hand, he still yearned to visit this village composed entirely of wizards. On the other hand, he wanted to go to Hogsmeade to do some shopping. Although the apocalypse didn't lack basic supplies such as food and water, there was still a significant gap in some daily necessities.

Ian did what he said. After making up his mind, he quickly walked out of the common room, not forgetting to put on his infinitely extending backpack, and walked leisurely toward the castle gate.

Though there weren't many people in the castle in the early morning, the conscientious Filch had already been waiting, his ferocious look fixed on any student who approached, ready to check if they had their guardian's signature.

But Ian was well-prepared. When he wanted to go to Hogsmeade, he had already obtained the signature.

Due to his special situation and the fact that he had no guardian, he had used Dean Flitwick's signature.

When Filch saw Ian, wearing a sky-blue suit, his expression eased a little. After repeatedly confirming the signature in his hand, he quickly let Ian pass.

Filch was quite friendly to Ravenclaw students; after all, the little eagles didn't cause trouble for his work. But if it had been a Gryffindor, it would have been another story.

Even so, as Ian passed, Filch warned, "Don't try to bring any prohibited items back. If I find out, you'll definitely be in trouble."

"Of course, sir. I'm not one to look for trouble."

Ian replied calmly, turning a deaf ear to Filch's words. He had known this man in his previous life. A Squib choosing to live in Hogwarts... there must be something pitiful about such a hateful person.

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