My Hogwarts has a serious problem.

Chapter 10.010. You can tell he's a seasoned anime fan just from his opening line.

[You have obtained your own magic wand. Limited-time quest completed. Magic power increased by 1.]

After Lynn paid Ollivander's nine Galleons, the system immediately announced that the mission was complete.

Compared to other magic talent point allocations, the changes from increasing the magic power index were more noticeable to Lynn.

Something inside him, which was previously like a slender seedling, has now grown into the size of a sapling, as if it had been given a golden fertilizer.

Although it is still young, it is much more presentable than before.

Those things must be magic.

After completing a timed task, Lynn skillfully twirled his wand between his fingertips, then gently stroked the smooth, straight shaft. The slightly cool touch put him in a good mood.

After leaving Ollivander's wand shop, Lynn bought enough Hogwarts textbooks at Flourish and Blotts, as well as some books recommended by the clerks that were suitable for beginners in magic.

There were quite a few books, but the store offered free shipping. Lynn left his home address, and the bookstore manager promised to have them delivered to his home by owl within a week.

There were other tools, such as crucibles, and the shops offered free shipping for owls, which was convenient for wizards, but they didn't treat owls like human beings at all.

Hmm... it seems there's really no need to treat it like a person.

In the end, the only thing he hadn't bought was his Hogwarts robe.

But this kind of thing needs to be made on-site. After Lynn cooperated to take the measurements, it would still take some time for the clothes to be made. With nothing to do, he went out and squatted in front of the magical animal pet store next door, teasing an owl that looked sullen.

"You're a new student at Hogwarts this year, right? Interested in buying an owl as a pet?" A shop assistant was enthusiastically trying to sell Lynn their magical creatures.

"Although this owl may look a bit introverted, its parents are both public owls at Hogwarts, with excellent bloodlines. After being carefully trained by our shop's trainers, it will definitely be an excellent wizarding companion."

Lynn gently touched the sharp beak of the owl, which was said to be of superior bloodline, with his finger. The owl shrank its neckless head and stared at him with displeasure.

"It doesn't seem to like me much," Lynn shrugged. "And I have no plans to get a pet."

Just as he was about to get up and go back to check on the progress of the school uniform production, he suddenly heard a small, soft, and cute voice again.

"Hey! Hey hey!"

Lynn turned his head to look at the source of the sound.

It was a pure white hamster, about the size of a fist, with a round body. It was perched between the bars of the cage, looking at him with its bright black eyes. It looked very cute.

Lynn was amused by its sound, and he squatted down again in front of the hamster's cage, beaming with joy.

"You can tell he's a veteran anime fan just by his voice."

"Huh?"

The hamster tilted its head and looked at him, as if curious about what he had said.

"What kind of magical creature is this?" Lynn asked the shop assistant, pointing at the hamster.

The pet shop clerk didn't seem to know where the thing came from either. After stammering for a while, he obviously made up a story, saying that it was a rat with a very special background.

Its ancestors had relatives who cooperated with Merlin in magical experiments, making it a true noble bloodline.

Lynn immediately stood up and said he would only offer one Galleon at most, take it or leave it.

And then... he got to keep the hamster.

Holding the hamster cage, Lynn waved it in front of her. The hamster wasn't afraid and blinked its little eyes at its new owner.

He really had no intention of keeping a pet, but the sound of this mouse unexpectedly brought back some memories of his past life.

It must have been fate that led Lynn to buy it.

"Now that I've decided to take care of you, I should give you a name..." Lynn raised his head and thought for a moment.

"Since you're a long-time anime fan, how about calling me Umaru?"

"Hey! Hey hey!"

Umaru's response was ambiguous, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, but its name was given to it by its owner.

Lynn took Umaru back to the robe shop, where Madam Malkin had already made the school robe and was waiting for him.

"Child, come and try it out, and see if there's anything else that needs to be changed."

He changed into a long robe and ostentatiously looked at himself in the mirror.

He's still so handsome. Whether he's wearing normal clothes or wizard clothes, his good looks make them look high-class.

"Thank you, Madam, I am very satisfied," Lynn said to Mrs. Morkin. "May I stay here for a while? Professor Fox and I agreed that I would wait for him here."

Mrs. Malkin helped him wrap his robe: "Of course, child."

He didn't just sit there; he casually opened a Hogwarts textbook and began to skim through it.

From Lynn's perspective, based on his previous life's professional experience, the Charms textbook in his hand was really poorly written.

However, considering the circumstances surrounding wizards' use of magic, such a situation is indeed understandable.

After all, learning magic is not something you can just memorize and write down; it is highly practical, and it is difficult to fully explain the process of casting spells through written descriptions alone.

Just like art students in high school, whether it's fine arts or music, they need professional teachers to guide them, rather than learning by themselves in isolation.

However, there are some simple spells that can be learned simply by reading a book, and at least in Lynn's opinion, they are not difficult.

"What's going on today? Why are there so many fairies coming out of Gringotts?"

Mrs. Malkin's quiet mutterings caught Lynn's attention.

He looked out the window at the long street of Diagon Alley, where many ugly, short, humanoid creatures were patrolling.

They were dressed in Gringotts' distinctive uniforms, with serious expressions and hurried steps.

It looks like they're chasing someone.

……

Kurt is the department head at Gringotts' Diagon Alley branch in the UK.

He is in a very bad mood right now.

Because just a short time ago, Gringotts was robbed.

Yes, Gringotts can be robbed, though it's rare, but not surprising.

The lost items themselves are not important, but the nature of this incident is extremely serious. If not handled properly, it will greatly affect Gringotts' reputation, and even the reputation of the goblins.

"We've lost him, sir," one of his fairy subordinates reported back to him.

Kurt's already unpleasant expression turned even uglier, like a rotten orange.

"You'd better give me some good news now, or I'm about to deliver some bad news you don't want to hear." Kurt looked coldly at his subordinate, showing no mercy whatsoever.

The fairy seemed very nervous, and he stammered, "We saw his face while we were chasing him, and some fairies recognized who he was."

"Who is it?" Kurt's spirits lifted; after all, he had gained something.

"Hans Jansen".

Kurt had no recollection of the person: "Who is he?"

The fairy swallowed hard.

"He is the owner of the stolen treasure vault."

Kurt looked at his subordinate as if he were a brainless monster: "He'd steal his own things?"

"Moreover, according to our records, this Hans Jansen died of old age nine years ago."

"Are you telling me this is a ghost committing the crime?" Kurt thought it was absurd.

"Could it be... a compound decoction?"

"You said he's been dead for nine years. What kind of potion master could create a potion that lasts so long? And what's the point?"

He stroked his chin, lost in thought.

After a long pause, he looked at his subordinates again.

Is there any chance of getting the items back?

The fairy shook her head.

"That thing is almost worthless; we didn't leave any means of tracking it."

Kurt tapped the wooden table with his long, thin fingers.

"It's probably impossible to keep this a secret. Although the lost items are worthless, our reputation is priceless."

Be prepared to control public opinion. Don't be afraid to spend Galleons. Try to get the Daily Prophet to focus its reporting on the ghostly crimes and downplay Gringotts' existence. You should know how to do these things yourself, I don't need to teach you.

"I see."

Votes are pouring in!

(End of this chapter)