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Hogwarts: Am I Really a Traditional Wizard?

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Iain never had much hope for his life at Hogwarts. Other people came to Hogwarts to study magic and fall in love. He, and he alone, spent every day suffering because one disaster after another kept landing on his head. He had planned to shake up the literary world with a single copy of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. Instead, a joint protest from every ghost in the castle killed the idea before it ever got off the ground. He also poured his heart and soul into a groundbreaking paper titled The Mass Breeding and Care of the Dark Lord in Captivity, only for the entire project’s data to collapse when the subject repeatedly escaped and refused to cooperate. To make matters worse, someone inside the Ministry of Magic kept filing anonymous reports about Iain every single day, slandering him as some Dark Lord of darkness and doom, when he was obviously nothing more than a wizard with a few old-fashioned traditional ideas. If he ever got his hands on that sneaky little rat, Iain swore he would rip out the man’s soul, put it through nine hundred and ninety-nine steps of traditional craftsmanship, turn it into a soul lantern, and display it in his lab right beside Merlin’s favorite treasure as part of the collection.
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