People are in Hogwarts, and werewolves block the door at the beginning.

This ability has a very high upper limit. When Bagir used the Rosalie Knight Card, he discovered that if he pushed it with all his strength, he could actually make the person he was staring at get pregnant and give birth to a baby.

And no distinction is made between men and women.

Bajir suspected that it would be possible to impregnate ghosts, or even conscious, living magic items, with children.

We would like to thank Crouch Jr. for contributing to the experiments.

Bagel could never forget the surprised and delighted look on old Crouch's face.

也忘不了当时的时间，1992年8月29日9点12分12秒。

更忘不了因此收获的10万1千3百7十1点2个宝石。

This gem is very strange.

Maybe this boy will become a great man in the future?

-

In the headmaster's office, Dumbledore's eyes flickered.

He does not underestimate any international student.

They may be weak, but they have the support of a powerful force behind them.

They all possess more or less strange magic from their respective countries.

Some even possess powerful magic items.

The ring on Germany's Manstein's hand, the necklace on Russia's Marie Skotlova, and the headband of Long Guoanfeng.

These are not black magic props, nor are they offensive, so there is no excuse for seizing them.

If they are prevented from enrolling in school again, it may cause a diplomatic incident.

Therefore, the study buddy system came into being.

He himself left his mark on every international student.

But he could never have imagined that among all the international students, the first to cause trouble were the Nihong students.

Still the weak one.

Also knows the location and entry method of the Room of Requirement.

But none of this matters.

Most importantly, he saw the appearance of the Ravenclaw diadem and Voldemort's words, 'How can I win the heart of the lovely Ariana?'

"Why? Why can't I find the Horcrux in the Room of Requirement?"

"The Coming and Going Room is the core of Hogwarts. It is also the place where the headmaster has the most power besides the headmaster's office."

Dumbledore thought, suppressing his anger.

The slender fingers tapped on the table with increasing force.

"Could it be because Tom still had the authority left by the descendants of Slytherin at that time?"

After figuring it out roughly, Dumbledore quickly changed his mind.

He was afraid, and he couldn't help but pick up his wand and give Xiaolin Zheng an Avada.

"Erich von Manstein, why do I feel the same way about him."

"I don't remember being such a superficial person."

The next second, Dumbledore put his hand on his chest, looking melancholy.

There was no trace of the anger just now, and he couldn't help but reveal a beast-like look in his eyes.

-

It was a towering, dark, forbidding building, a grim fortress.

It is tightly surrounded by a black brick and stone wall.

During the day, only the top layer can see a ray of sunlight.

But the window was an extremely narrow gap made of black stone, so the light that was barely able to shine in was only a copper-knot-sized speck.

This also caused the room to have a damp and musty smell.

This is Nurmengard in Austria, the prison where the first Dark Lord imprisoned his opponents.

Now he is imprisoned.

This meant that the thin figure under the thin blanket on the black stone slab was none other than Gertler Grindelwald.

The skull-like face, sunken eyes, and almost lost teeth do show vague similarities.

But if Dumbledore himself had identified it, he would have been shocked.

In the Gryffindor tower, in the international students' dormitory, a blond-haired, blue-eyed German boy had a happy smile on his face and curled up subconsciously, as if he had long been accustomed to this, accustomed to sleeping in narrow spaces, such as a small black slab.

Zhiya, the dormitory door is open.

Kobayashi Tadashi, who had regained his plain and humble look, walked straight towards the four-poster bed with his name engraved on it.

Next to him, on the four-poster bed facing the window, the blond-haired, blue-eyed boy opened his eyes instantly, with shock and amusement written in them.

-

Early the next morning.

In the lounge, Percy stood at the door and handed out study buddy forms to every international student who passed by.

The information of the three study partners of the international student is written on it: grade, name, and appearance characteristics.

This annoyed Ron. "This is ridiculous! In just one night, so many students signed up and met the study partner requirements?"

"This is Gryffindor! Do they have any self-respect left?"

He kicked the armor in the corridor on the 5th floor and walked downstairs.

Harry yawned. "You haven't figured it out yet?"

"Although I call her a study partner, I should say she is a supervisor."

"Both Dumbledore and Badgill graduated from Gryffindor."

He carefully dodged another girl who greeted Baqir and continued, "It is normal for students in our college to participate enthusiastically."

"There's Seamus who signed up in our dormitory."

"Yeah, Seamus."

They have arrived at the first floor lobby.

Simo was looking at Bagir with envy as almost everyone was watching him.

Hearing Harry calling him, he nodded quickly, "Ah, yes."

Approaching the auditorium.

The enchanted ceiling was a cloudy gray.

On the long tables of the four colleges were bowls of porridge, plates of pickled herrings, mountains of bread slices, and dishes of eggs and bacon.

Harry, Ron, Neville, and Seamus sat down at the Gryffindor table.

Watching Basil leave them, walk straight towards Hermione, Fleur, and Ariana, and sit between them.

Ron brought a bowl of porridge to himself and Harry. "It's great to be able to sit with that Dracula."

He added bacon and eggs to it. "Harry, what do you think is the relationship between Ariana and the headmaster?"

"Baqir returned to the dormitory very late yesterday. He didn't seem to want to answer."

Seamus took a sip of milk and sneered, "If you don't dare to ask, then don't bother with Harry."

Ron raised an eyebrow, "You dare?"

Seamus shook his head, "I wouldn't dare."

"Bajir is a kind person and seems friendly, but he is inexplicably majestic."

"I dare not offend."

(Neville nods, "Yes!")

“A natural born leader.”

Ron swallowed a mouthful of pickled herring. "So what did you say?"

"Harry you?" He turned to look at Harry.

He noticed that Harry had not touched the porridge in front of him, and was staring at the mud-blasting wizard named Zheng Xiaolin, who was accompanied by a fat girl.

Harry came back to his senses, "Don't you think that guy seems to be a little whiter? His eyes are a little bigger too."

For some reason, he couldn't help wanting to see the Mud Bomb Wizard.

Ron almost knocked the milk jug away. "Why are you paying attention to him? There are so many international students."

"You can look at Feng An, she is very cute."

"Or Junko Suzuki, who is also a mud-blasting wizard."

"That Marie Skotlova is not bad either."

Harry put his hand to his forehead, hoping to temporarily lose his hearing.

Sirius led Ron astray.

The posters of Muggle girls in bikinis in his bedroom evoked another side of Ron.

Just like now, Harry even ignored Ron.

Ron was still chattering, "If I had known I would have applied to be a study partner!"

"The idiots next to them are obviously not as good as me."

"Wait. They are all approaching Bajir!"

Ron quickly stood up, his face solemn, "I'm going to defend my friend."

But the fly's action of rubbing his hands exposed his true inner feelings.

Ron was not the only one who shared the same idea.

In an instant, a human wall appeared around Bagir, blocking their path.

Bagir frowned slightly, and the slight displeasure in his heart was instantly transmitted to the crowd through the magic magnetic field.

The crowd dispersed automatically as if they had received an order, revealing a passage.

International students preparing to move forward.

In the end, only three were left: An Feng, Junko Suzuki, and Marie Skolova.

The others subconsciously returned to their previous seats.

Now that Bajir has a charm that transcends appearance and comes from the heart, he can easily convey his emotions without even using the five senses.

Anyone who is addicted to his charm will always subconsciously obey orders that do not violate their personality.

There was no need for Bagir to even speak up.

"Tell me, what's the matter?" Bagir raised his eyebrows.

An Feng has a baby face and looks very weak.

But she speaks and acts directly, showing the unique straightforwardness and generosity of Sichuan girls.

"Someone in my family is seriously ill and needs an elixir of life."

"I can trade it."

As she spoke she pulled off her white hairband.

“When people learn, they always need to repeat in order to master the knowledge.”

"But in fact, the memory is not forgotten, but hidden in the mind."

“And wearing it brings back everything you’ve seen in the past and thought you’d forgotten.”

"You can try."