Hogwarts magic is justice

Chapter 9 The Urgent Reason

Looking at the little wizard's densely packed schedule, even Professor McGonagall's hands trembled slightly. Just as she was about to advise the little wizard that he didn't need to fill the schedule so much, Owen finished rewriting it and let out a long sigh of relief: "So, by this calculation, I still have an hour of free time to read before bed. Haha, I've hit the jackpot!"

The witch opened her mouth, but couldn't find the words. In the end, she could only say, "Congratulations."

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"My God, I really don't know how I said that. I... I can't imagine why he felt such a strong sense of urgency!"

After dinner, in the professors' lounge, Professor McGonagall finally lost control of her emotions and began to cry in Professor Sprout's arms: "I didn't even try to comfort him, but instead congratulated him... I, I can't forgive myself."

Professor Sprout's nose also felt a little sore. She gently patted Professor McGonagall's back and said with a dry laugh, "I've decided. Starting tomorrow, the greenhouse will be open after nine o'clock."

Yup!

The little wizard's schedule...

Professor McGonagall immediately perked up. With a wave of her hand, Irving's schedule appeared in mid-air. Then she pointed to a few lines and said, "If that's the case, Irving should be able to sleep a few more hours."

Dumbledore's hand trembled slightly as he stared at the schedule, a twitch at the corner of his mouth. "I remember... first-year wizarding courses shouldn't be this intensive, right?"

No, that's true. But judging from this schedule, Irving isn't just taking first-year classes, he's taking classes from first to third grade!

Snape's lips twitched: "He has mastered all the techniques for processing potion ingredients. From now on, he only needs to come to my office every Saturday afternoon."

Professor Flitwick replied, "Then I'll do it on Saturday morning."

Professor McGonagall rolled her eyes at them: "I'll just use Sunday morning. Let him rest properly in the afternoon. He should have his own leisure time."

Professor Sprout rolled his eyes. So best friends are just for selling, huh? Why didn't you suggest giving the little wizard a whole day of rest?

Fortunately, the little wizard loves nature and helps out at the greenhouse whenever he has free time, so there's no need to worry about spending half a day there.

But you can't stop rolling your eyes!

Plans are meant to be broken...

Sure enough, on the first day, Owen's planned free reading time was disrupted when Fox arrived and teleported the little wizard to the headmaster's office next door.

Aren't you tired?

Irving was a little annoyed. He lightly tapped Fox's paw: "Something that could have been done with a shout has to be done this way. It will only accelerate your aging."

Fox chirped softly, admitting his mistake to the little wizard, and then patted him on the back... Okay, the little wizard is so easy to coax and manipulate!

"Mr. Owen, please don't blame it. I was the one who wanted to invite you here, but I didn't expect Fox to do it this way. It seems it misses you a lot."

Dumbledore was still the same as always... no, this time he was a little different; he had tied his beard into a small braid.

Owen found this strange trend even more unacceptable than magic, but thankfully it wasn't happening to him, so he could tolerate it.

After taking out the candy and serving the black tea, the conversation began.

"Irving, I've noticed a new sense of urgency creeping in lately, and you know, this makes us all anxious too."

Irving blushed and lowered his head as he replied, "Because I realized that my scholarship seems to have run out, so I'm wondering if there's any way I can earn some money to help the school."

Dumbledore paused in his act of serving tea, looking at the young wizard with surprise. "All spent?" he asked.

"Yes, sir, the cost of my pens, ink, parchment, and notebooks has already exceeded my scholarship..."

How is that possible!

Dumbledore remembered very clearly that he had told the young wizard that the scholarship was two hundred Galleons a year, not including Owen's room and board at school. Moreover, the books he studied did not cost money, and since he did not go out and had no opportunity to spend money, all his expenses were spent on pens, ink, and paper.

Two hundred Galleons! If I bought all of these, they could fill half of my office!

"Can I see how much you used?"

"Yes, it's in an empty room right next to me..."

There are no classrooms on the eighth floor, but there are quite a few vacant rooms. The one closest to the principal's office has been converted into Owen's bedroom, not to isolate him, but to prevent him from having another magical outburst, so that Dumbledore could arrive immediately.

Next to Owen's room, there was another empty room that he had converted into a study, where he stored his notes. It was a quiet learning environment because even the most mischievous little wizards wouldn't cause trouble near the headmaster's office.

Dumbledore was also entering for the first time, and he was dumbfounded as soon as he walked in!

Really... so many!

"Here are my notes on the history of magic. The current textbooks are too disorganized, so I've reorganized them according to the timeline. This will make learning much easier and memorizing much more convenient."

A smile appeared on Irving's face; these were all his achievements!

"And this is for potions, this is for spells, this is for transfiguration, this is for alchemy, this is for herbalism..."

After introducing them one by one, Owen sighed softly and said, "As you know, because I don't have a wand, and my wandless spellcasting skills are still not very refined, I have a lot of time to take notes, so... I've used it a bit more..."

Suddenly I was convinced.

Dumbledore looked at the room full of notes, then at the young wizard before him: "Owen, you will surely become a great wizard."

Being praised, especially by the principal, made Irving a little embarrassed, his face turning slightly red.

"My apologies, I didn't finish my sentence. The school does provide subsidies for studious young wizards, but I think you probably won't need them..." Dumbledore's hand gently rested on the History of Magic notebook. "With just this notebook, you'll have enough money to buy whatever you want. If you agree, could you give it to me?"

"Of course, I've written it all down, so I don't need to."

Dumbledore's hand trembled...

You've memorized the entire history of magic?

What he couldn't accomplish in his hundred-plus years of life was achieved by a wizard who was almost nine years old?

"You'll see when you take a look. It's actually very simple. Once you grasp a point in time, you don't need to keep track of the exact dates. You just need to remember what happened each year after that."

Dumbledore looked through a few pages and found that it was indeed much easier to remember; at least, it was simpler and easier to remember than the textbooks that students use now.

No, we can't wait any longer. Let's take the little wizard as our disciple the year before he starts school, when he turns ten!