And then there's Grindelwald... The two of them are just too much, they didn't even bother to remind her, just watched her make a fool of herself, and after that, she had to lie on the hard bed in the school infirmary for days!
"My cursed mouth!"
Daphne Greengrass couldn't remember how many times she regretted wanting to slap herself. Her psychological shadow was such that she worried every time she saw other little wizards from Muggle backgrounds that she'd run into another Ian Prince. Only heaven knew how many times a day she praised Ian just to avoid trouble with the headmaster!
"What!? No wonder! No wonder! Don't worry, Daphne, this news is astounding, I won't tell anyone, I'm so glad we survived him!" Gesha Selwen clearly didn't expect the "truth" to be even scarier than she imagined, she looked a bit panicked as she stood up and paced back and forth in the hallway.
"Impossible! I have to ask my father to give him more money! Otherwise, his daughter definitely won't survive until graduation! It's all Flint's fault for insisting we watch him wet his pants!" You can't underestimate the mature reasoning of a wealthy young lady from a Pureblood family; even at such a tender age, they already understand the principle of solving problems with money.
If only Ian wasn't here.
He'd definitely be frantically liking Gesha Selwen's thoughts.
This person really knows how to handle things.
"I think perhaps in a while, he might start selling other founders' relics at school. If we can become his loyal customers... to him, we'd definitely be worth keeping alive." Daphne Greengrass, who had been contemplating Ian's thoughts, perhaps was even more precocious.
Of course, she knew that Slytherin couldn't possibly have so many relics.
It's just a roundabout way to save herself.
...
Breakfast is crucial for Ian.
It's the start of the day.
Also the key nutritional mix at the age when growing taller is most critical.
Because, while at the orphanage, he couldn't bear seeing his younger siblings not have enough to eat, he was smaller than his peers when he joined, and now, of course, he's determined to seize the opportunity for a free feast to grow taller.
Even though Hogwarts's culinary methods aren't all that diverse, the quantity and variety are extremely plentiful, the table is full of various kinds of food.
"I'm starving for more than twelve hours!"
Ian dug in hungrily.
Completely unaware that two Slytherin little witches were deliberating on what amount the "protection fee" should be.
He was feasting away.
The silver platter was piled with mountain-like pan-fried bacon, each piece fried to a golden crisp, sizzling and emitting a tempting savory fragrance. Next to it were plates of fried eggs, the whites like jade, and the yolks bright orange and soft, tempting anyone.
There were also plates of freshly baked bread, with varieties like whole wheat, white bread, and croissants.
"Give me another croissant."
Ian snatched a croissant from his good roommate's hand.
It's truly a delicious treat, each layer shines with butter, bite into it, and the flaky crust falls like snowflakes accompanied by a rich buttery scent.
"Are you going to attend flying class?"
William stared incredulously at his empty hand, amazed at Ian's swift hands.
"Indoor flying class? No way, that's worse than Magic History. I'm planning to collect some materials in the Forbidden Forest." Ian had already located Dumbledore on the Living Map.
He and Snape weren't there.
Only Grindelwald occupied the headmaster's office, enjoying another night on the comfortable big bed.
"I'm really jealous that you got Madam Hooch's permission to skip class." Chocolate Frog boy enviously munched on a large piece of bacon, with bread crumbs full of butter hanging from his mouth.
"If your flying skills were as amazing as Ian's, making Madam Hooch exclaim in awe, I think she'd allow you to skip flying class too."
William didn't forget to heap praise on Ian while eating.
"Uh... I don't think Madam Hooch actually allows me to skip class. I'm just effectively managing my time." Even with Ian's thick skin, he was still a bit embarrassed by William's praise.
"That's decisive! Understand? Plus courage!" William always finds a new angle to showcase his eloquence. He shouldn't be in Hogwarts; he ought to be in an ancient palace being hailed as a regent.
Ian felt a bit helpless.
And Michael's expression was even more helpless than Ian's, "Now I just regret answering roll call for you a few times; now Madam Hooch calls me Mr. Prince, and sometimes when she calls my name I don't dare to answer, she has already deducted Mr. Jordan's points several times, she must think I'm a bad student."
Obviously, Ian hadn't anticipated this situation either. He always thought the professors would remember every little wizard, or maybe it has to do with Ian not having attended flying classes seriously?
"In the Muggle World, there's 'Master of Love's Treasure Manual,' which is a book about dating. I can bring you one next semester." Ian just wanted to compensate Michael for being unfairly stigmatized because of him.
He didn't expect.
Michael to jump up straight away.
"From today onwards, Mr. Jordan is dead at the start of the flying class, my friend, Mr. Jordan will only 'revive' after the class ends." Michael's reaction startled everyone around, and it made Ian almost spray out the milk he'd just drank.
"You're a true hero, Michael."
Ian quickly stood up and pushed Michael back into his seat.
He had made a deal with his roommate.
Naturally, he'd obtained the carefree capital to skip class.
The two little wizards who were winning both sides were happily continuing their breakfast, and the newspaper delivered by the owl brought Ian some unexpected news.
It was Prophet Daily's news.
"My god! Is this real?"
Looking at the newspaper handed over by William.
Ian's expression was fascinating.
Of course.
Whether it was Aurora over at the Slytherin table, or "Lockhart" the professor who had just left the headmaster's office and elegantly sipped hot milk at the teacher's table, their reactions were even more spectacular than Ian's. "Lockhart" the professor truly sprayed the milk he drank into his mouth.
"Cough cough cough!!!" Struggling with water, there were three people in Hogwarts' hall whose expressions were uncontrolled, with "Lockhart" professor's being the most uncontrollable.
There it was.
In bold letters on the Prophet Daily.
[Shocking! Exclusive Report! From Austria, Grindelwald gives his first interview in prison, speaking about his past with Dumbledore that must be discussed!]
Perhaps the Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts wasn't lying after all.
Great prophets sometimes can't foresee certain unexpected events.