Hogwarts starts with stealing power.

Lin Xia's words convinced everyone.

Hermione was initially a little unconvinced.

She believed that if the Weasley twins truly possessed the talent and ability, the laboratory could first assign them some fixed projects, gradually guiding them towards real experiments, rather than letting them flaunt their cleverness and waste their talent.

But Lin Xia seemed to sense her thoughts, and spoke first, just a second before she was about to speak:
"George and Fred have already mastered all the knowledge of Hogwarts and can write the correct answers for every subject."

If it were you, could you confidently write down the answers for every subject and guarantee they were correct?

The Weasley twins often sold trinkets at school, most of which were prank toys, but some were related to learning.

Especially in terms of answers and materials, the information they provide is basically correct; otherwise, they wouldn't have such a good reputation among students.

Upon hearing that it was their product, they all bought it.

Hermione paused for a moment upon hearing this.

After a long pause, she finally spoke: "Although I have read a lot of books, I have not had any specific exposure to higher-level courses."

Even if I were to take the exam now, I couldn't guarantee I'd get a perfect score.

Lin Xia raised her hand and gently patted her shoulder, her tone leaving no room for argument.

"Let's settle this for now. What the twin seniors are selling right now is not important. I'm willing to sign an agreement with them, bring them into the lab, and invest in them. What I value is their talent."

Their experimental thinking is very different from ours. Although our experiments currently focus on more profound fields, we also need to invent some common everyday items.

Our initial intention in conducting these experiments was to make the wizarding world a better place.

As long as we stay true to our original aspirations, one day our laboratory will also launch more and more products that make wizarding life more convenient, instead of being limited to just one aspect.

At this point, Lin Xia smiled slightly and changed the subject, saying, "Of course, it's really not right for the twin seniors to focus on helping students copy answers."

Therefore, I didn't put their research products into the lab. I'll have a good talk with the senior students later and ask them to try to research products that can aid learning, rather than just giving students answers to copy.

Hermione's expression softened slightly, and she emphasized, "Talk to them as soon as possible. I don't want them to become sinners of Hogwarts, dragging the quality of our generation of wizards down to rock bottom by their own hands."

The holiday homework assigned by the professor serves to fill in any gaps in knowledge and preview new lessons. As long as every wizard completes their holiday homework diligently, they will not fall behind the professor's pace after the start of the new semester.

At this point, Harry and Ron exchanged bewildered glances.

They thought of the quiz games they had been working on during their vacation.

There might have been genuine concerns about this before this learning-aid game was released.

However, the two felt that once this little game was assigned to every little wizard, they would have to preview it even if they didn't want to, and they would have to learn it even if they didn't want to.

If you don't learn well, you'll have to find time to relearn it yourself. Moreover, the learning environment is no longer limited to listening to lectures; the game itself has the function of previewing and reviewing.

Also.

Harry and Ron knew that the professors had been working on punishment mechanisms for those who didn't study properly. They just hadn't applied them to the examiners.

These assessors are different from ordinary students.

The evaluators had to report to the lab every day and study under the watchful eyes of many professors; they had no time to slack off, even if they wanted to.

The professor's close marking tactic was very successful.

But it's different for ordinary students.

If no one is watching them learn, even if it's a fun game, they will eventually become lax.

That's why the professor wanted to study punishment mechanisms to teach those wizards who were unwilling to study properly a lesson.

However, because the trivia puzzle game was a confidential project, Harry and Ron were unsure whether they could use it in the new semester.

So the two looked at each other, but ultimately said nothing.

Lin Xia and others were discussing.

There was also a little incident involving the Weasley twins.

"George, do you still have the fifth-grade magic theory textbook? Give me one right now!"

A student approached the twins and urged them to quickly take out the quill pen that automatically wrote their homework.

The twins were clearly familiar with the student. Fred rolled his eyes at him, somewhat disdainfully saying, "Yes, we do, but you have to pay first, and we don't offer credit!"

The student smiled and took out two Galleons. "I brought them, I brought them. Give them to me quickly."

George said, "You need to make sure the money is from a legitimate source, so that some little wizard doesn't end up losing money and coming to us asking us to pay him back."

The student said, "I guarantee my innocence. I specifically target Slytherin students to fleece them. Even a single cufflink on those nobles is a high-end item. They have no idea they've lost something, and even if they have, they won't look for it."

Only then did the Weasley twins hand him the automatic quill that could do homework.

The two parties exchanged money and received the goods.

But just as they finished their transaction, they heard a series of clattering footsteps coming from the private room outside. The three of them looked up and met Professor Snape's sinister and cold gaze.

The twins flipped their fingers and immediately hid the golden galleons on their bodies.

However, another student who came to buy a quill trembled slightly, somewhat afraid of Snape, and did not hide the quill tremble immediately.

Until Snape walked up to him, looking down at him coldly and asking, "What are you holding in your hand?"

The student shuddered violently, fully regaining his senses, and hid the quill pen behind his back.

He said nervously and fearfully, "No, I didn't hide anything. You just saw it wrong."

The Weasley twins' hearts sank; this was an admission of guilt!
If you say you didn't hide anything, then what was that quill pen you just hid behind your back?
It took so long to realize that any further explanation would only arouse suspicion. It would be better to just say that it was a quill pen.

After all, they had made multiple modifications to the quill pen in order to avoid being discovered by the professors.

It looks as if a student is using a quill pen to write down answers based on their inner thoughts.

Unless you look very closely, the professor won't notice that the little wizard is actually daydreaming, and the quill is automatically doing his homework.

Snape said coldly, "Hand over what you're hiding behind your back, and don't make me say it a second time!"

"No, I, I..."

George suddenly spoke up: "Dal, just take it out. It's just an ordinary quill pen."

You said you forgot your quill pen and couldn't do your homework, so you bought one from us.

Fred chimed in, “Yes, show it to the professor. Buying a quill pen isn’t anything shameful.”

Dahl turned to look at the twins, his expression somewhat tense, but the twins remained calm and composed.

Dahl had no choice but to take out the quill pen from behind him.

Before his hand could be fully extended, Snape snatched it away. His expression was grim, as if he were holding something he loathed but had no choice but to approach and examine it.

He turned the quill over and over for a while, then threw it back into Dahl's arms, coldly saying:
"Go back quickly, don't run around in the private room and block the passage."

He looked at the Weasley twins, his tone becoming even colder.

"And you guys, don't let me see you running around in the private room. Go back to your seats!"

The Weasley twins breathed a sigh of relief only after Snape's figure gradually disappeared from sight.

The two glared at Dahl, and George said with dissatisfaction, "You were such a coward just now. Snape walked right up to you and you only then hid the quill. Isn't it obvious that there's something wrong with the quill?"
Fortunately, the quill pens we made were of good quality and well-disguised, so he didn't notice anything amiss.

Once he finds out the true purpose of this quill pen, not only us, but you too will get a demerit and be put in solitary confinement!

Dahl touched his nose sheepishly.

He didn't dare mention that he had been put in solitary confinement by Snape several times before, and that Snape had targeted him in Potions class, causing several serious incidents that required hospitalization.

So whenever he saw Snape, he would rather take a detour than offend him.

When she suddenly met his cold gaze, she felt guilty for a moment.

Dahl thought about it again, but the twins' products were really of good quality, even Snape was fooled.

His eyes lit up when he had an idea.

This quill pen only specifies which grade and subject it can be used for, but it doesn't say that it can only be used once.

Once he's finished using it, he can sell it to other classmates. I believe many of his classmates are too impatient to write magical theory research.

-

Let's rewind a few hours.

Shortly after Harry and the others boarded the magic train and left the school, Professor McGonagall also secured the truly forbidden book space in the library.

Just before that space was about to completely shatter, they pulled Mick out of there with great difficulty.

Professor McGonagall remained silent. Another professor, who had been assisting her, looked at Mikel, who was disheveled, his clothes tattered, and whose body bore numerous small wounds from the spatial storm caused by the spatial rupture, and couldn't help but ask:
"How did you get yourself into this situation?"

Mikel was taken aback. "What?"

The professor said, "The school has given you so many items that can resist the whispers of evil gods. Some of these items can even stabilize the space and protect your body from some harm before the space is about to shatter."

But when we pulled you out, you had no defenses whatsoever. You had used up all your supplies?

Before Mikel could answer, the professor muttered, "The school gives you three times the resources of a normal outstanding student. How come you're using them up so quickly? Is the restricted book section you entered something extraordinary?"

"Yes, that must be the reason. Only this reason makes sense. That's three times the resources that an average outstanding student receives!"

"If the space we were in weren't so dangerous, how could we have consumed energy so quickly?"

Mikel's heart sank, but his face remained calm.

He naturally wouldn't say that his talent was limited, and that even entering an ordinary forbidden book space required more effort than for outstanding students.

Not to mention that in order to gain the greatest benefit, he forcibly relied on the system to learn the most powerful ultimate magic in the forbidden book area.

He also learned the "Black Magic User Manual," which was best suited to his physical aptitude.

Because he learned two things, he not only used up all the supplies he carried, but also completely depleted the experience points stored in the system.

Mikel was able to feel the spatial storm that occurred after the space shattered, and he sought help from the system.

However, since his experience points had been depleted to zero, the system could only issue warnings continuously, unable to do anything about it.

If it weren't for Professor McGonagall stabilizing the space, it's hard to say whether he would have been able to get out safely this time.

Thinking about the terrifying experience he had just had, Mikel felt pain all over his body.

The pain was especially excruciating, particularly in the bones of my left arm.

He felt as if his arm had hit some debris in a spatial storm and broken.

The pain rose belatedly, and Mikel turned pale, a cold sweat instantly beading on his forehead.

He said weakly, "Professor, I think my arm is broken and I can't move it."

He closed his eyes and collapsed softly to the ground.

Professor McGonagall quickly waved her wand, leviting Mick's body, and said solemnly:
“His body was affected by the previous spatial shattering storm, and the concentration of the evil god’s ramblings in his body is unknown. I’ll send him to a separate isolation room for treatment first.”

"Okay, take him to get treatment first, and I'll write the report."

-

"Dudu-"

The magic train rattled and clattered into Hogwarts.

Before arriving at the school, they passed through the Hogsmeade Village station, and the young wizards were a little nervous.

But since the station had been closed, all the young wizard could see was a long tunnel, and he had no idea how Hogsmeade Village had been rebuilt.

After passing through a long tunnel, the magnificent Hogwarts comes into view.

"We've arrived at school!"

Some of the young wizards shouted excitedly.

Hagrid appeared out of nowhere and looked out the window with Harry and the others.

Hagrid murmured, "No matter how many times I watch it, I still think Hogwarts is great, and I love this school."

Harry asked, "Hit, do you regret not finishing your studies back then?"

Hagrid shook his head: "No, although I didn't get to study at Hogwarts, the people at Dumbledore were very kind and arranged for me to live near the school."

For me, it's still just staying in school, no different from when I was a student before.

Lin Xia stared at Hogwarts for a long time, the information she had received from the Compass of Destiny long ago flashing through her mind—

Geographically, the area where Hogwarts is located resembles a dragon about to take flight.

A thoughtful look flashed across her eyes.

The four great founders who chose this place to create Hogwarts probably had ulterior motives.

I just don't know if their original idea was successfully realized.

Hagrid's rousing voice rang out: "Welcome back to Hogwarts, wizards! Welcome back to the school!"
When the magic train stops, we will leave in an orderly manner. All young wizards, please do not crowd, but leave in an orderly fashion, following the instructions of your prefects, and do not get separated! (End of Chapter)