Hogwarts magic is justice

Ravenclaw is still quite gentle. In the modern wizarding world, when people talk about wisdom, they always remember to add Ravenclaw before it, because this legendary witch is truly remarkable.

During the era of the Four Great Wizards, the magical world was at a pivotal juncture. To this day, the starting point for various academic theories in the magical world is related to this legendary witch. It is no exaggeration to say that she is the embodiment of wisdom. Unlike the other wizards, she did not make a big show of herself, but she helped countless people silently.

Wisdom has nothing to do with bloodline.

Because in Ms. Ravenclaw's view, the wisdom of working hard without talent is also a kind of wisdom.

The Hawks weren't too surprised by Irving's arrival, just quite curious, but no one asked him anything; they all had their own things to do.

Irving didn't hold a meeting with the Hawks either, because there was no need. The Hawks knew what they wanted, and they hadn't gone astray.

However, the sight of him wearing Ravenclaw's blue robes and leading a group of Slytherins in green robes for morning exercises still made the young eagles somewhat uncomfortable.

"Morning exercise is voluntary, and I have no right to prevent others from learning and making progress."

He wasn't lying. Even though Owen was wearing Ravenclaw's robes, the snakes didn't mistake him for a hawk. The results of the training over the past ten days were visible to the naked eye. Moreover, the first batch of funds from their family had all arrived. All the school brooms had been replaced with Nimbus 1700s, even the Quidditch team's.

A large batch of potion ingredients was also delivered to Snape, along with a stockpile of magical plant seeds, materials for expanding the greenhouse, and various academic journals and books ordered for the school.

Even Mr. Filch, the doorman, received three alchemical brooms that cleaned automatically.

When Hagrid, clutching a small amount of animal feed, hurriedly found Dumbledore, the school's higher-ups realized something was amiss. The source of this money was easy to trace; it essentially included all the pure-blood families. However, having paid the price, they hadn't offered any reward, which was unlike the pure-bloods' character.

Dumbledore thought for a moment, then picked up the list of donors and looked at it again. Finally, he called Irving into his office.

The old man and the young man chatted for more than two hours...

After the four houses completed their rotation, an academic year had passed. After seeing off all the students, Professor McGonagall ran back to the castle, but the little wizard she longed for was nowhere to be found, as was Headmaster Dumbledore.

broken!

The old man beat him to it!

Professor McGonagall's expression immediately turned sour, but she was helpless because she had no idea where the wretched old man would take the young wizard.

……

"Snapped!"

A soft sound came from the air, and an old man and a young man appeared there.

Irving looked around, then asked curiously, "Where is this...?"

"Niumungard..." Dumbledore's face was veiled in mist, obscuring his expression. "I brought you here to invite an old friend to teach you for six months."

The old man with long silver hair noticed the young wizard beside Dumbledore the moment he appeared, and then laughed somewhat nervously: "Dumbledore, let me guess, this little boy, could he have committed the same crime as me?"

Dumbledore laughed too: "No, my friend, in some ways, Mr. Owen is more dangerous than you."

The silver-haired old man paused for a moment, then turned his gaze to the little wizard. However, after looking at him for a long time, he couldn't see any danger in the little guy. Just then, a white phoenix flew in from the sky, circled once in the air, and landed on the little wizard's shoulder.

This……

"Capturing thoughts and ideas."

Dumbledore tapped his head with his wand, pulled out a silver object, and flung it at the other man. The silver-haired old man did not refuse, letting the silver memory enter his mind. After a short while, he opened his eyes wide in surprise, staring at the young wizard who remained motionless.

"Six months, Gettler. Irving will be learning from you for six months. After six months, I will come to pick him up."

Irving wasn't surprised, because Dumbledore had mentioned it beforehand. In his view, it was just a study trip, which was a good thing for him.

The silver-haired old man suddenly burst into laughter: "Ha, ha, Dumbledore, you want me to teach him? Fine, fine! Aren't you afraid...?"

Before he could finish speaking, the old man's gaze fell on the white phoenix on the little wizard's shoulder. This was the little wizard's guardian spirit, a tangible guardian spirit. With such a being present, dark magic would have no effect on the little wizard.

Owen looked at the old wizard and suddenly laughed: "You must be Mr. Gettler Grindelwald? It's a pleasure to meet you."

The old wizard's expression turned somewhat grim: "You're celebrating a bit too soon."

Hey, the old man actually catches the joke?

Irving ignored all of that. He looked around at the surroundings and frowned: "It is indeed a bit lacking."

Grindelwald was said to be locked up, but in reality, he was imprisoned here. He was somewhat disheartened and no longer had high aspirations for his living environment.

But for Irving, this was indeed a bit lacking, not even as good as his own little home, which, although poor, at least didn't leak.

The young wizard sprang into action, and to the old man's astonishment, began to modify the living environment.

There's a hole in the wall? No problem, a simple transformation spell can fix it. The color scheme is too monotonous? Easy, he brought his Devil Vines. In just a few seconds, Milov decorated the room, throwing out anything that looked rather gloomy, like skeletons.

"Sweeped clean in a whirlwind, swept clean in a whirlwind, everything is spotless, clear water pours down..."

Watching the young wizard use both hands simultaneously, employing incredibly skillful wandless spellcasting techniques to transform his surroundings in the blink of an eye, the old wizard couldn't sit still any longer: "What are you doing?"

"Clean up, sir."

Owen didn't stop until he had cleaned the place. Then he used a Lighting Charm to make the room warmer, and then took out several potted plants from a pocket and placed them in various places.

"Are you done?"

The old wizard's voice had become low, indicating that he was very angry!

"There isn't a gentleman yet."

Owen didn't stop. What he took out next surprised the old wizard.

Books, so many books, and countless notebooks, were all neatly arranged in a corner under the little wizard's direction.

After doing all this, he turned around and looked at the gloomy-faced old wizard, saying, "Sir, what was the first spell you taught me?"

Grindelwald's lips twitched. He was reflecting on himself, wondering if too much time had passed and his reputation had been washed away by time.

Otherwise, how could a little wizard be so presumptuous in front of me?