Ian's gaze was drawn to the golden apple—its shimmering surface was as exquisite as a work of art.
Beside him, Pandero urged him on impatiently.
"Quick! Eat it now! Before the old witch sees it—she'll snatch it away for sure!"
Without waiting for Ian's response, Pandero s...
Perhaps it wasn't just Ian's imagination.
After all—
The witch, despite appearing utterly furious, still hadn't made a move. Instead, she merely glared at Pandero and Ariana with eyes that seemed ready to burst into flames.
"Ian! We're here to save you!"
Pandero stor...
"I Could Use the Ethereal Realm for Smuggling!"
Only those who have truly experienced poverty understand the value of money.
That was the first bold idea that popped into Ian's mind. If he could exploit the Ethereal Realm for smuggling, who else could possibly rake in golden galleo...
What does it take to create a miracle?
Ian answered that question with a quill and dozens of hours of effort.
Seven full years' worth of Potions textbooks—an overwhelming amount of text. But thanks to the academic discipline he had retained from his early schooling, he managed to ...
Hogwarts.
A castle renowned for its grand, imposing structure, labyrinthine interiors, and omnipresent aura of magic. It was a place countless witches and wizards dreamed of attending.
The outer walls, built from massive gray stones, had withstood centuries of harsh weather, standin...
He came.
He left.
With a wave of his sleeve, he was gone.
All that remained was Ian, who was left frustrated at not being able to learn any new spells, a bag of gold coins that had somehow ended up in his possession, and a perfectly cleaned-up living room.
"Resist any ...
It was obvious.
Snape intended to "recreate" the bizarre scene Ian had described in an attempt to expose his words as sheer nonsense.
However—
Ian showed no sign of nervousness.
From an instructional perspective, the spell recorded by Snape wasn't as thoroughly annot...
The curtains were drawn tightly shut.
Torn oilcloth and scattered corpses littered the room. If Severus Snape hadn't known this was one of his own unused properties, he would have assumed he'd stepped into a dark wizard's lair.
"So, let me get this straight. You were walking down th...
The sun rose and fell, marking the quiet passage of time.
Hogsmeade Village remained as tranquil and peaceful as ever.
Outside the village, the trees stood tall and verdant, their trunks wrapped in vines, a silent testament to the years they had weathered. Beneath their shade, Ian s...
The moon hung high in a sky filled with twinkling stars.
Inside a quiet little cabin, soft silver light filtered through the half-drawn curtains, casting dappled shadows on the wooden floor. A faint scent of pine lingered in the air, blending with the crisp coolness of the night.
At...
Some words are so shocking that they demand attention.
Kraft's eyes widened in disbelief.
"What… what did you just say!?"
For a brief moment, he thought his aging ears were playing tricks on him. Surely, he had misheard. There was simply no way that a young wizard—especia...
As Ian departed, the once-disrupted bookstore returned to its quiet solitude.
The setting sun cast a gentle orange glow over the horizon, painting the sky in warm hues as the earth slowly donned the veil of night. Aurora Grindelwald switched on the lamp, immersing herself once more in the ...
The girl was beautiful.
Even under Ian's discerning gaze—practically a "raw camera lens" with no filter—there wasn't a single flaw to be found. She was far beyond the airbrushed beauties he had seen on social media.
Her skin was as fair as freshly fallen snow, smooth and luminou...
Time flew by.
When one's life is fulfilling, days seem to pass in the blink of an eye. Ian was no exception—he felt like he had grown significantly compared to just a few days ago.
[Runic Mastery (Level 1): 3/100]
Hard work yields miracles.
After temporarily pausing ...
The bookstore owner might have been physically frail, but that did nothing to diminish his expertise in selecting books.
In fact, being able to run a bookstore in Hogsmeade was proof that, while he might not have had the best business acumen, he undoubtedly possessed a deep and sincere lov...
As expected.
Some things remain the same, no matter where you go.
And when it comes to assignments—
They're never easy.
Ian had a feeling that he was well on his way to becoming the least popular student at Hogwarts. After all, even Hermione Granger, the infamous boo...
The fact that objects from the Ethereal Realm could be brought into the real world…
Ian had just uncovered another astonishing secret.
Thinking about it, though, it made perfect sense.
If he could bring mundane things like candy and chocolate into the Ethereal Realm, then l...
Ian felt as if his body had become a vessel—bloated, overfilled, straining against the weight of something that did not belong to him.
Something foreign.
Something overwhelming.
"I'm tainted..."
A torrent of killing intent surged through him, crashing against his min...
The Reversal of Fate!
Severus Snape might be well-versed in the art of deception, but there was no way he possessed the ability to reverse cause and effect. Ian was certain he had uncovered the truth.
Snape was a plagiarist!
This was an enormous scandal. While it might not co...
Ian hated dealing with cryptic people.
He only liked being the cryptic one.
Thankfully, the mysterious witch, despite sharing the wizards' bad habit of speaking in riddles, didn't indulge in it too heavily. After noticing Ian's confused, wide-eyed expression, she decided to provide ...
Ian's sudden arrival shattered the serene atmosphere of the grand hall.
A moment ago, the room had been alive with opulence—an elaborate table adorned with silverware and fine porcelain, plates filled with sumptuous food, and a grand chandelier casting warm golden light from above. But t...
The peaceful village of Hogsmeade stirred with early morning activity as the sun rose over its rooftops.
Thin trails of smoke curled from chimneys, blending with the lingering morning mist. Though the hour was still early, many witches and wizards were already out and about—strolling thr...
The moon hung high in the vast, star-strewn sky, its pale glow casting a serene luminescence over the towering spires of Hogwarts. The ancient castle, nestled among rolling hills and darkened forests, stood as a monument to centuries of magical heritage. Beyond its stone walls, the sleepy village...
2025-03-10 03:58:26 +0000 UTC View PostIt had to be said—despite Professor Snape's venomous tongue, his unpleasant demeanor, and his less-than-charming appearance, he did possess quite a few admirable qualities.
For instance, the amount of Galleons he had left for Ian was more than generous.
Even after purchasing all h...
The weather was a bit chilly.
Ian glanced back at the slowly closing door before looking up at the weathered sign of Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 BC. At that moment, he felt as if he had just discovered the biggest scam operation in the magical world.
"A bunch of cunn...
Silver light flickered and intertwined for a moment before slowly retreating back into the wand. Only faint traces of silver radiance continued to shimmer, gradually dissipating into the air.
"I never thought it would truly wait for its rightful master… By Merlin, I am undoubtedly witnes...
[Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C.]
Ian stood at the entrance of the shop, his heart brimming with an indescribable excitement.
"If you get this lost in thought while brewing a potion, only Merlin himself, fully committed to watching over you, could prevent you from b...
About three hours later…
Ian had already completed most of his school shopping under Snape's guidance.
The list of required items for first-year students at Hogwarts wasn't particularly extensive. Apart from the necessary textbooks, he only needed to purchase some equipment for Po...
Movies are, after all, just movies.
They are bound by special effects, limited by camera angles, and can only present a mere fragment of what Diagon Alley truly is.
It wasn't until Ian actually stepped foot onto its cobbled streets that he realized the truth.
Diagon Alley was...
The city was shrouded in a veil of mist.
London's infamous smog draped over the streets like layers of sheer fabric, softening the edges of buildings and casting an almost dreamlike haze over the quiet roads.
Ian walked in silence, his heart heavy with the weight of departure.