American comics: From Hogwarts to God on Earth

"I don't care. Generally speaking, I shouldn't speak ill of Slytherin to a Slytherin student..." the stern teacher said softly, "but you should understand what I mean. Although the Slytherins went a bit too far this time, they didn't upset me this much."

Rune glanced at Professor McGonagall, knowing she was about to reveal the real reason for her sadness.

The highly respected professor stood up in the small office. The wrinkles on her face seemed deeper, her usually straight back was slightly hunched, and her hands were clenched tightly, her knuckles turning white.

"Have you heard of the Book of Access and the Pen of Access?" Professor McGonagall asked.

Rune hesitated and shook his head. He only knew the general plot of Harry Potter; he hadn't even finished watching all seven Harry Potter movies, let alone reading the books. He had never even heard of such minor details. So, Professor McGonagall explained the abilities of the two magical items.

The Book of Admission can detect the birth of a child with magical talent. When a child first displays magical talent, the quill flies from the inkwell, attempting to record the child's name in the Book of Admission. However, the Book of Admission conducts a rigorous review, allowing a name to be recorded only when there is sufficient evidence.

Simply put, the Pen of Admission is like the one handing out the exam papers, while the Book of Admission is like the examiner. These two magical items are the real entrance exam for Hogwarts.

Professor McGonagall's true reason for her sadness wasn't the malicious slander from the Slytherins. To put it bluntly, after so many years as a professor at Hogwarts, what hadn't she seen? Even during the years when Voldemort's influence was at its peak, which was also the time when the Slytherins were at their most racist, Professor McGonagall had survived. Naturally, she wouldn't be truly broken by a few words at this moment.

However, when Professor McGonagall saw the report, a bad feeling welled up inside her. Many Muggle and half-blood children had refused Hogwarts' invitations, their reasons varied widely, some even far-fetched. But the professors had respected their choices, simply confirming their decision not to enroll at Hogwarts before leaving.

When Professor McGonagall returned, all but a few addresses were either completely abandoned or had changed hands. The promising young wizards had vanished without a trace, just like the potions masters who mysteriously disappeared. The thought that her negligence might have led to their disappearance filled Professor McGonagall with unbearable guilt.

Rune looked at Professor McGonagall, the elderly professor who could no longer maintain her dignity as a professor. Her lips trembled slightly, as if she wanted to say something but didn't know where to begin, and tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to fall at any moment.

Rune quietly said goodbye to Professor McGonagall and then left the office. He only wanted some potion recipes that he could easily make, how did he end up making such a mess?

Rune sighed, but there was something he urgently needed to deal with—those Slytherin students who had hurled insults at students from other houses because the missing were half-blood and Muggle wizards needed to be severely punished. The old saying was true: some people "know small manners but lack great righteousness, are bound by trivialities but lack great virtue, value minor details but disregard shame, fear power but do not cherish virtue, the strong are bound to be thieves, and the weak are bound to be subservient."

Look at those pure-blood wizards. They feign conversion because Voldemort didn't mind killing them, but they dare to treat Dumbledore, who is no less powerful than them, with disrespect. Just because Dumbledore is a good person, does he deserve to have a gun pointed at him?

Rune was quite angry at the thought of the seemingly stern but actually very approachable and always responsive old catwoman being scolded by others. In the past two years of teaching, Professor McGonagall had imparted all her knowledge to him, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call her her mentor.

"Fine, today I'll teach you a lesson and see if you'll kneel at my feet and lick my shoes, or if you'd rather die than submit," Rune thought to himself.

Rune strode briskly down the corridor, his cloak billowing like bat wings. He was already the intimidating figure who'd hung the prefect up on the first day of third grade, and now, having earned the Order of Merlin, he was the talk of the town. However, because Rune was so engrossed in studying spells, he was oblivious to the awe others felt towards him. His menacing expression at this moment only fueled the speculations of the others.

As Rune walked by, Harry and his friends immediately stood aside, afraid of provoking this terrifying fellow.

Once Rune was out of sight, Ron let out a sigh of relief, his shoulders slumping slightly as if a huge weight had been lifted from his chest. Then he said gleefully, "Wow, he looked so angry. I wonder who he'll hang from the ceiling."

"I hope it's those Slytherins!" Harry was furious. He already disliked Slytherins because of Malfoy, and their prejudice had only intensified after several conflicts. Yesterday, those Slytherin students had been incredibly rude to half-blood and Muggle-born wizards, even claiming that the heirs of the Chamber of Secrets had long since left the house and were secretly killing those "bastards" outside of school.

Hermione pursed her lips. Being called a "Mudblood" by the Slytherin students directly led to the Second War between Gryffindor and Slytherin. Later, these students insulted students from other houses, indirectly causing Slytherin's isolation. If it weren't for Professor McGonagall, the other three houses would have given those ignorant Slytherin students a severe beating.

"I think it's very likely," Ron shrugged, patted Hermione on the shoulder, and said, "Rune is probably one of the few good people in Slytherin. He even received the Order of Merlin recently, and my dad said he was incredibly cool during his speech!"

Just then, Fred and George quietly followed, and then appeared in front of Ron with a "whoosh," startling him.

"Please..." Ron asked in anguish, "Can't you just leave me alone?"

"What are you talking about?" one of the brothers feigned confusion, while the other pretended not to understand, tilting his head. "You're our dear little brother, how could we let you get away with this?"

Whether it was a slip of the tongue or intentional, the last sentence made Harry and Hermione chuckle softly.

"Alright, alright, come with us to the Slytherin dormitory entrance..." Fred said, unable to suppress the upward curve of his lips.

"Yes, yes, otherwise there won't be any good show to watch!" George nodded hurriedly, and also told Harry to bring some snacks.

As the two brothers hurriedly went to inform the others, Ron asked Hermione to look at herself and Harry to see if there was any difference between them.

Hermione looked Ron and Harry over carefully and said seriously, "There's a big difference! One of you wears glasses, and the other doesn't; one has red hair, and the other has black hair..."

"Really?" Ron looked at Harry with a hint of resentment. "Sometimes I really feel like Harry is Fred's real brother."