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After I told the first years around me that I needed to visit bathroom, I slipped down a deserted side corridor and hurried off toward the girls' bathroom. I had just turned the corner when I heard quick footsteps behind me. I immediately hid behind a large stone griffin.

Peering around it, I saw Professor Snape. He crossed the corridor and disappeared from view. I activated my 'Presence Concealment' skill and quietly as possible crept along the next corridor after Professor Snape's fading footsteps. At that moment, I smelled a foul stench, a mixture of old socks and the kind of public toilet no one seems to clean. And then I heard it — a low grunting, and the shuffling footfalls of gigantic feet. I shrank into the shadows and watched as it emerged into a patch of moonlight.

I used my 'Observation' to the troll and got:

Nameless
- Race: Mountain Troll
- Level: ?
- Health: ?
- Willpower: ?
Your level is insufficient to continue!
- Details: a breed of troll which lives deep in mountain, although it has a pea for brain, be wary of his insane physical strength! We don't want you to be mincemeat, do we?

A horrible sight of twelve feet tall, its skin was dull, granite gray, its great lumpy body like a boulder with its small bald head perched on top like a coconut. It had short legs thick as tree trunks with flat, horny feet. The smell coming from it was incredible. It was holding a huge wooden club, which dragged along the floor because its arms were so long. The troll stopped next to a doorway and peered inside. It waggled its long ears, making up its tiny mind, and then slouched slowly into the room.

As I reached the corner, I heard a high, petrified scream and it was coming from the chamber the troll had just stepped inside. I immediately realized it was Hermione's. I sprinted to the door and pulled the door open. When I ran inside, and saw Hermione Granger was shrinking against the wall opposite, looking as if she was about to faint. The troll was advancing on her, knocking the sinks off the walls as it went.

I watched calmly as the troll stopped a few feet from Hermione. It lumbered around, blinking stupidly, to see what had made the noise. Its mean little eyes saw me. It hesitated for a moment, before it ignored me and lifted its club as it went closer to the petrified girl. I immediately summoned my wand from my inventory and pointed my wand to the frozen stiff Hermione as she couldn't move. She was still flat against the wall, her mouth open with terror.

"Accio Hermione's Granger Robes!"

Hermione's body was yanked to my direction as I summoned her robes. Since Accio spell could only summon inanimate objects, I needed to get her this way. I caught her in my chest then embraced her with one arm. As if the spell that froze her broken, she moved her body and clutched the nearby object that could give her a peace of mind — it was me.

The sound seemed to be driving the troll berserk. It roared again and started to me, who was only the one who stood calmly before it. It raised its club as it went to my position. I could feel that Hermione gripped my robe tightly as the troll got closer. Contrary to the terrified and anxious girl, I was calm like still surface of the Black Lake for my 'Gamer's Mind' only let calmness filling my head.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" I calmly said the incantation of levitation spell which we learned in Professor Flitwick class this week.

The club flew suddenly out of the troll's hand, rose high, high up into the air, turned slowly over — and dropped, with a sickening crack, onto its owner's head. The troll swayed on the spot and then fell flat on its face, with a thud that made the whole room tremble. Wasn't satisfied with it, I levitated the club again and dropped it on the troll's head, again. I repeated that for around four times until the troll's head became unrecognizable bloody smear on the floor.

At that moment, a notice appeared before my eyes.

Overkill!
You killed Mountain Troll Level: ?
You gained Troll's Hide (Medium) and Miniature Troll's Club
You gained 4000Exp

Congratulation! You leveled up to level 23
Gain 4pts for Strength, Agility, Mind and Magic Statistic Attributes.
Gain 20pts for Free Attribute Points.
Your Health, Willpower and negative status effects are healed from level up!

My level jumped up by four. Then again, the amount of exp I'd got from killing the troll was quite a huge sum. If my calculation was correct, the troll should have been above level 40.

Shortly afterwards, another prompt appeared.

Completed A Quest!
Save Hermione Granger from being turned into mincemeat by troll!
Extra Objective: Kill the troll!
Rewards: 250Exp, Life Debt of Hermione Granger
Extra Reward: 500Exp

Gain 750Exp

Congratulation! You leveled up to level 24
Gain 1pt for Strength, Agility, Mind and Magic Statistic Attributes.
Gain 5pts for Free Attribute Points.
Your Health, Willpower and negative status effects are healed from level up!

I stared the second reward blankly. I didn't know whether I needed to laugh or cry at it. The question mark had shown what it was actually but I thought it was something special like a skill, a title, or something else.

Well, the life debt would be useful for later. Let keep it safely for later.

I dismissed the prompts and then looked at the girl in my arms. I found she was staring wide-eyed at me. I wasn't oblivious enough to miss the sign of blossoming hero worship in her brown eyes.

I would deal with her later. I watched the unmoving troll — or I supposed a corpse of troll — on the floor.

Still in my arms, Hermione Granger was also peering to the source of her nightmare from her safe place.

"Well, that's kind of anticlimactic," I mused with a faint, sardonic smile on my face.

Potterverse magic, as I expected, was really versatile. In a hand of correct person with correct mind, it could be a dangerous power. It was good that the majority of the wizards and witches didn't know something called logic or common sense, or the magical world would become scarier than already is. I didn't want this flawed society of magical flocks turned into the mirror image of Clock Tower organization from Type-MOON franchise where there were magi with functioning, rational thought, cold logic and pragmatic mindset. That'll be an utter hell to me.

Speaking of that kind of Organization, should I create myself in the future whereas many muggleborns, Half-Bloods, or even squibs — a magical folks who were born defects and lacked the needed MP to cast a spell — focus on the progress of magical fields. That's actually a good idea, but I could mull the ideas for later, since my Sense Presence could feel several signatures getting closer. The teachers finally came from their leisure stroll, so it seems.

When they saw me with Hermione in my arms before the unmoving body of troll, they stared, dumbfounded. I wasn't surprised when it was Professor Snape who regained his posture first.

Turning to my direction, face set into his trademark cold yet somehow conveying his annoyance, he asked 'not much of a polite inquiry and more of an interrogation' kind of question to me.

"Mister Lustburg," he drawled. "Pray tell me why you're in here with Miss Granger and a corpse of troll whose head had been turned into mincemeat when you should have been in your common room as per Headmaster's order?"

Snape question seemed to snap other Professor and they turned their attention to me, and subsequently Hermione. I stared back at Professor Snape with a calm yet polite face, I didn't fear him to read my mind since it was frankly impossible, and answered his question respectfully. "Please forgive me for disobeying Headmaster's order sir. But, when I was going to return to my common room with my housemates, I remembered that I overhead the rumor that Miss Granger wasn't with us in the Great Hall. It seems that she was in the girls' bathroom long before the feast even started and Mister Ronald Weasley had bullied his own housemate excessively."

I didn't feel any pity to the aforementioned boy as I ratted out him to Professor Snape who was well known for his hatred for the Griffindork. Ron had been an annoyance that made my task to warm Holly to male in general a bit harder in the first month after the sorting ceremony. That boy couldn't take a hint that Holly had an issue with male. And when he found out he couldn't become the friend of the Girl Who Lived, he insulted Holly quite ruthlessly.

"As a worried classmate, I decided to warn her about the troll, but, well, you see how it ended. But, I did wonder how a housemate could be so cruel to his own housemate like that. If I was a bit later, Miss Granger is likely not with us completely, Sir." I shrugged helplessly.

Snape regraded me silently. I was so glad he didn't treat me like how he treated the canonical Harry Potter in the series. He was quite cold, and it was better than his spiteful treatment, to other students that wasn't Gryffindor, or others which were as he put it oh so eloquently 'dunderheads who can't even follow instructions written clearly in the board.'

"It seems," he drawled lazily as he shifted his attention to Professor McGonagell with malevolent glint in his eyes, "that you need to sort out your young charge, Minerva. A student almost died because Mister Weasley's fault. Oh, the horror if that kind of news becomes public. I think fifty points from Gryffindor and a full detention for a week is acceptable, no?"

"Now, now, Severus, no need to give the boy such heavy punishment," interjected Headmaster Dumbledore as he peered at Professor Snape with twinkle in his blue eyes. My brow almost twitched when I heard that. "Miss Granger is safe now, I don't think we need to take many points from Gryffindor and give him a detention."

"Excuse me, Headmaster," I interjected politely. "But, I think you need to give him more appropriate punishment instead of sweeping something that almost costed the life of student under the rug. Besides, Mister Weasley needs to fix his attitude around people. He never put a filter in his mouth when he's speaking to others. And have you seen his table manner? I assure you sir, even some of my housemates lost their appetite when the glanced to Gryffindor table. He needs to be taught a proper attitude or today event will repeat and an innocent child will die."

"You seem to express your view about Mister Weasley quite openly, my boy. Do you hate him?" inquired Headmaster Dumbledore as he peered at me.

"Hate? Oh, my, hate is strong word sir. I will use annoyed instead. Besides, it's for his 'own good'. Being a free spirited when young is good, but bullying is still wrong."

"Albus . . ." Professor McGonagall finally entered the discussion. She had a severe frown on her lovely face. "I think what Mister Lustburg has spoken is correct. The boy is also very lazy in the class these past months. I know you're close with the Weasley, but this is for the boy's own good."

Albus Dumbldore sighed tiredly. "Maybe, you're correct Minerva. I think I'm the one who think positively too much. If this for Mister Weasley's sake, then I won't deny it. After all, he is your young charge."

After the conversation about Ronald Weasley finished, Gryffindor had lost fifty points much to Professor Snape's glee, the Potions Professor returned his attention to me and said "Pray to tell me how, a first year, could kill a mountain troll that had magic resistant hide and enough brute strength to turn you into a bloody smear on the floor?" inquired Snape evenly.

At that question, other Professors gathered their attentions to me. They must be curious of that too.

"Sir, all first years who had passed Professor Flitwick's class this week could repeat what I have done tonight." I answered calmly, right before I added in afterthought. "Of course if they could stay calm and not become a blubbering mess in front of a tall, massive brute like that."

"My class, Mister Lustburg?" Professor Flitwick squeaked in surprise because he was dragged into the discussion without warning. Other Professors gave a sideway glance to the diminutive Professor. Realizing his colleagues' attentions were on him, Professor Flitwick was flustered. "But, what's the relation between this week class and defeating a mountain troll?" He inquired to me, honestly at lost.

I held back my urge to roll my eyes from how wizards and witches seemed to be oblivious to something called rational thought, logic or common sense. Then again, I didn't fault them since magic made them complacent and to disregard anything that needed them to think rationally.

Their attentions returned back to me. I could feel their curiosity and impatient for my answers.

Instead of voicing out my answer, I decided that a demonstration was better way to explain it to them. I took out my wand from my pocket, which was actually only a smokescreen to hide the fact I summoned it from my Inventory, and pointed the tip to the troll's club on the stone floor. I swished and flicked my wand and said "Wingardium Leviosa." The club was levitated by my charm. I then moved my wand up and down, making the club repeating what it had done earlier.

Loud thumping sounds echoed in the corridor as the club bashed the blood stains and the mountain's troll already minced head. The stone floor cratered from it and the Professors, and Hermione, winced at that.

I stopped my spell and the club dropped on the floor. I turned to face the Professors and said "And that's how I dealt with the troll, Professors. It's quite anticlimactic, really. The troll's head turned into mincemeat at the fifth time I did it." I added loudly.

The Professors alternated their views on me and the club. They had varying reactions and expressions on their faces; Headmaster Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall and Snape seemed impressed, though the later almost unnoticeable; Professor Sprout had an awed look on her face; Professor Flitwick was bouncing on his feet — he was clearly excited — and looking at me with a proud look.

"Twenty Points for Ravenclaw for such ingenious idea to use simple levitation charm to beat a mountain troll and another twenty for helping your classmate. I'm proud of you Mister Lustburg." Professor Flitwick announced loudly. His announcement snapped the other Professors from their trance.

Professor McGonagall and Sprout regarded me with complex looks while Professor Snape was indifferent as usual. Headmaster Dumbledore looked at me with his grandfatherly smile and twinkling eyes. And Quirrellmort's glance turned to more calculative. The latter was unwelcoming, thank you very much.

"Now, I'm sure that Mister Lustburg and Miss Granger are tired from their misadventure tonight," said Headmaster Dumbledore soothingly. He turned his attention to Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick and said "Minerva, please escort Miss Granger to Poppy in Medic Wing. Even though she seems fine, let's Poppy give her more thorough diagnosis to rest our concern. And Filius, please escort Mister Lustburg to his dorm" to them respectively.

Headmaster Dumbledore left, followed by Professor Sprout and Quirrellmort. Professor McGonagall coaxed Hermione from my arms. The girl had unconsciously clutched my body tightly to seek a safe place after the ordeal with a mountain troll that almost killed her. She must become mentally scarred after this. After Professor McGonagall and Hermione had left, there was only Professor Snape and Professor Flitwick. When my Head of House wanted to escort me back to Ravenclaw's room, Professor Snape stopped us.

"A moment Filius," said Professor Snape. "I want to borrow your young charge for a moment."

We (I and Professor Flitwick) stared at Professor Snape in bemusement. The next moment, we shared a glance. I could read his eyes which were questioning me what I'm going to do. I gave the diminutive Professor a small nod. Then, I walked closer to Professor Snape. "Do you need something, Professor Snape?" I inquired respectfully.

Professor Snape regarded me with indifference glance for a moment, right before he said "Next time, don't do something reckless that could cost your life." I was taken aback by his words. What was this? Who are you? Is someone masquerading as Snape with Polyjuice? What have you done to the real Professor Snape? "I can see Miss . . . Potter" he grimaced when he uttered the name "will react badly if something happened to you."

"Of course..." I realized why he suddenly acted like this.

Cause and Effect law was something that couldn't be ignored. When a choice was taken, the outcome would be different. Furthermore, there was also a butterfly effect to put into consideration. Since Harry Potter didn't exist in this world and Holly Potter took his role, there would be different outcome than how the canonical plot we knew progressed. Holly's distrust to males, the outcome of her sorting, and Severus Snape action to her; they were only small example of this cause and effect law's effect.

I'd understood what Severus Snape was thinking the moment his eyes locked on Holly. Someone who didn't know his character would think nothing was strange. But, I'm different because I had the knowledge of Harry Potter series from the spectator's view.

It was easily recognized by me that Snape looked to Holly and fantasized her as his and Lily's daughter. Holly had her mother's face and eyes. And she didn't have unruly hair that James Potter had or wear spectacles. There was nothing to remember James Potter on Holly, except for her black hair, which was the same shade as Snape. Other than her family name that reminded Severus Snape of James Potter, he could easily put the idea that Holly was his and Lily Evan's daughter. It was kind of twisted and a blatant escapism, but it was better than him to treat Holly wrongly, not with Holly's attitude, I suppose.

"I'll remember it in my mind, sir. And thank you." I gave him a small, respectful nod. He regarded me silently for a moment, right before he turned his body around with his bellowing black cape and left me behind. After that, I went closer to Professor Flitwick.

The diminutive Professor was prudent enough to give us space to have our small talk, but I was one hundred percent sure that he had eavesdropped on our conversation. I didn't feel affronted by it, and neither had Snape, because it showed Professor Flitwick treated his job rather seriously. Although I did wonder maybe Professor Flitwick treated me a bit differently than his other claws.

I wasn't being narcissistic, but everyone in the house realized it as a fact. It was clear he treated me better than even the Ravenclaw's Perfects. Well, I had been showing off a bit in the past a few months.

Speaking of my progress as a student, I had been openly admitted as the brightest students in my year, maybe even better than some second or third years, or even the fourth years. I had shown how I easily finished the task Professors gave me. All my wandworks would appear perfect in the end of the class, thanks to my maximum level Mana Manipulation. I also did more than acceptable in other class like Herbology and Potions, although Professor Snape didn't admit it openly, but his cold treatment to me that said he didn't care what I did told me I helped him to lessen his burden in teaching obnoxious brats. Well, I could mistake it because my optimistic outlook, but let's disregard this insignificant detail.

Before Professor Flitwick and I returned back to Ravenclaw's tower, I leaned closer to Professor Flitwick's ear, because the difference in our heights I needed to bend my body slightly, and whispered in a soft tone. "Sir, please cast Homenum Revelio charm. I feel like there's someone hiding nearby. I'm not sure if other Professors had realized it or not." Of course, Headmaster Dumbledore and maybe Quirrellmort realized it, but they decided to ignore it because whoever it was, he or she wasn't a threat. But, I was curious.

Professor Flitwick gave me a curious, sidelong glance and nodded. He took out his wand from his wand holster and said "Homenum Revelio!" He then pointed his wand to the empty space that was a bit odd if scrutinized carefully. "Whoever you're, show yourself!" Professor Flitwick barked out a command. He didn't look like the usual eccentric Professor the students knew of, but a veteran warrior. Maybe, it was because of his goblin blood.

There was a soft sound of deep breath, before the method that hid whoever it was dropped. It wasn't an Invisibility cloak or the Disillusionment charm. Heck, I wasn't even sure if that could be considered as Witchcraft and Wizardry. Both Professor Flitwick and I were surprised because who it was.

"Su?" I showed faint surprised expression from this surprising outcome.

"Miss Li?" Professor Flitwick frowned. "Pray to tell me why you are in here, Miss Li? You should have been following the Perfects to the Ravenclaw tower."

Su smiled nervously. She was silent for a moment, right before she sighed helplessly and explained why she was there.

—»O«—

Tonight schedule was studying in Room of Requirement. My nightly schedule was alternating between visiting Forbidden Forest to grind my level and visiting Room of Requirement to study something of interest. At the moment, I was sitting in comfortable loveseat while scribbling something in a parchment.

Currently, I was trying to finish my project that was in my to-do-list and must be finished before the end of the year.

"It seems that I need to use Berkano for its containment property, Thuriaz for its binding the enemy property, and Isa for its protection from malevolent entity property. And the positioning will be three of Trinity, meaning repeatedly engraved three times and connected into one solid arrangement of nine Runes from three different Runes. Such a shame I couldn't create better runic scheme using seven of seven. The power must be stronger. But, this is already enough, I suppose. Next is doing the arithmetic calculation to create the perfect arrays and find a good slab of stone to be the altar. What kind of stone I shall use. Cryshocolla sounds good because its good strength and purifying nature, but Jasper or Lapis Lazuli has better protection property in it, or maybe, Obsidian for its anti-negativity and protection nature. I need to check other stone that has magical property to find better material for the foundation."

I leaned back on the soft couch and massaged my nose. I was mentally tired from brainstorming, but I persisted because this was very important. I looked at the books on the table before me. There was a thick grimoire with faded leather cover. It was an old grimoire about Ancient Elder Futhark Runes.

Ancient Runes was the elective class Hogwarts students could take in their third years. However, I didn't have patience to wait until then. Why should I wait until my third years if I could start it now? Furthermore, Room of Requirements provided me with enough practice materials. At the moment, my Ancient Runes skill almost reaches level 30. The progress was fast because I had enough resources to practice it to my heart content, but I digressed.

Other than Ancient Runes, there was also a book about intermediate level Arithmancy, another elective class the student could take in their third years. Speaking of my Arithmancy, it was at level 21, lower than my Ancient Runes.

Another book was laid open on the table. It was a book about stone with magical property. The book provided me with detailed explanation of each stone known to wizard kind. It was accumulation of knowledge of forgotten magical mineralogy.

Magic in Potterverse extended more than what I had known from the series. Although witchcraft and wizardry seemed to be the main branch used these days, it didn't mean Potterverse magic only restrained at it.

I suppose, Alchemy and Necromancy were also known since they were mentioned in the series, but other branches of magic seemed to be disregarded in the movies. And Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry lived its hippy as the best educational institute in the world because of its book collection in library. Of course, some books with esoteric branches of magic were kept in forbidden section or Albus Dumbledore's personal office. However, there was a way to get those books without visiting the mentioned places. The Room of Requirement could bring the book I needed from either place.

Speaking of other branches of magic other than the stereotype witchcrafts and wizardry, I remembered about the girl that had taken my interest lately. My interest bloomed after the ordeal with the mountain troll.

I never thought Su Li was hiding her real capability deeply. Although she was only a first year in Hogwarts like me, but in actuality, she had deep knowledge of Chinese sorcery that oddly reminded me of Chinese wuxia novels from my past life. Of course Su Li didn't say it outright when Professor Flitwick interrogated her, but the hidden meaning was quite clear if one carefully read between the lines.

After that night, I had some random conversations with Su Li about Chinese sorcery and found I'm interested to them. Unlike the wizards or witches who was overly dependent to their wands as a crippling crutch to use their magic, Chinese wizards and witches — a Taoist as they called — had many ways to cultivate the arcane energy to create the mysterious phenomenon known as magic.

However, what spiked my interest the most was the prefect mix of martial art and magic manipulation the Taoists used. There were many martial arts born in the China, but Su Li told me that advanced level Taoists could crush bones into dust with a simple pat; mince the flesh with a simple tap; and destroy the intestines from outside by touching the skin.

From that, my interest to magic spiked up even more. I wanted to learn Chinese magic myself. No, not only Chinese, but all kind of magic in this world. There were too many branches, such as Chinese Taoism, Japanese Onmyoudou, Indian Mysticism, Theurgy, Kabbalistic Sorcery, African-American Shamanism, Demonology, Theology, Alchemy, Spiritualism, Druidism and many more. But, it was for later.

Although Tom Riddle stated to have traveled the world in search of deeper understanding of magic, the young man whose future self was known as Lord Voldemort was only traveled the Europe and Middle-East such as India and Egypt. He didn't travel the whole world, or he would have conquered Magical Britain long time ago.

However, I felt something was amiss about this idea. Why Tom Riddle had traveled only around the Europe and the Middle-East? Why didn't he travel further? Those questions popped in my mind and I became curious.

I decided to put aside the needless thoughts for the moment and then changed my attention from my project to other things. It was when I wanted to listen to the progress of my other project. With that in mind, I called the de facto leader of my House-elves squad, "Barmy!"

With a silent 'pop', a male house-elf appeared before me. "Does Master Lusty-Bug sir need Barmy for something?" the elf called Barmy inquired with his butchered grammar. Of course, his name wasn't Barmy before he bonded to me. I had changed his name just because.

"Tell me the progress of the House-Elves Black Ops."

Barmy nodded his head and began his report. "Yours House-elves squad is going good, Master Lusty-Bug sir! The new house-elves joining yours House-elves squad have been taught how to read and write. Everyone is happy because we are busy every day, Master Lusty-Bug sir!"

I inquired another thing. "Have you finished selling all junk from this room and the Acromantula's materials I gave you? How about the task I gave the first three men squad to raid muggle army's armory?"

That was right. I have plan to create my own black ops consisted of the elusive magical creature known as House-elves. They would help me with one of my plans to cull the Death Eater cells. Moreover, they could be used for other things from menial thing like doing house chores to dark-aligned activity such as spying, robbing others, and many others. I was aware robbing others was wrong, but I was in need to build up my foundation before I could enjoy my slow life as a wizard. Besides, the money I robbed mostly for the Greater Good of masses. Oh, well, now I sounded like Albus Dumbledore. Eh, who cares?

"We have sold everything, Master Lusty-Bug sir! We also have stolen some easy to use muggle-wand, sir!" reported Barmy obediently.

"You didn't forget to steal the ammunition and silencer too, right? And it's called gun, my dear underling. Anyway, only stealing the gun isn't enough. Without ammunition, the gun is useless. You also need the silencer because gun is loud. You can't assassinate your target and run away easily with how loud the gun without silencer."

Barmy nodded his head fervently to my explanation. When I was sure he had actually done it, I continued to ask another report from the house-elf. "That aside how many of your brothers and sisters who can use gun now?" I inquired.

Barmy raised his wrinkled-skinned hand and began counting like a kindergartener. "I can, and Pussy, and Wonky, and Dicky, and Ballsy, and Cranky, and Tipsy is also can!"

In the end, he used his two hands to count.

From all ten house-elves that'd bonded to me, seven had understood how to use gun. Well, it was a good amount. I nodded in satisfaction at that.

"If I remember correctly, Dicky and Ballsy are also keeping an eye to my orphanage, right?" At Barmy's nod, I continued, "Let them continue. If there're suspicious people endangering the orphanage, deal with them from the shadow! And tell Wonky to continue her assignment to keep Holly's safety from the shadow. And finally, continue to raid ammo from muggle army's armory around the world in random time, at least twice in a week. And be careful not to get caught."

Barmy did the army salute and said "Sir, yes Master Lusty-Bug Sir!"

"Now, you can go to continue what you're doing."

After giving me another army salute, the leader of my House-Elves Black Ops disappeared with a soft 'pop'. I made myself comfortable in the couch, and mulled my overall plan. A while later, I checked the time with tempus spell and found it was past 2AM. I decided to return back to Ravenclaw tower.

Speaking of which, the Yule Break and Boxing Day was close. I wonder if I should return back to my orphanage or stay in the castle, knowing what likely would happen.

After I contemplated for a while, I decided to return back for the short holiday since I'd promised to Natasha and Clara. There was one of my faithful little underlings hidden around Holly to keep her safe and sound while I wasn't around her.

With that in mind, I requested a shortcut to arrive into Ravenclaw's common room. A door appeared and I opened it, right before I entered the Claw's common room through the magical shortcut.

Footnote:
Chapter was fixed at March 28th, 2018