HP: The Dropout Who Saved the World

Jane Yu realized that when 'Mr. Vogel' was earnestly teaching, his previously stubborn and unpleasant demeanor was completely gone.

The more she learned, the more she felt that his magical skills were so advanced that he could easily become a professor or even the headmaster at Hogwarts.

To be honest, putting aside his arrogant attitude—

She suddenly found this old man rather agreeable.

With such formidable abilities, she had nearly run him over, yet he didn't wake up and turn her into a meat pie.

"A wand is merely a tool to channel magic, making spells more accurate and effective, but it is never essential for casting magic."

'Vogel' pointed a finger at the golden cup and continued:

"Wizards under the age of 11 unconsciously casting magic is a form of wandless magic. This form of magic existed among Native Americans and African wizards before they adopted wands."

He seemed to treat his finger as a wand, with a slight movement, the cup slammed into the wall and bounced back.

"Magic follows the wizard's heart. The key to casting spells lies in firm emotion and will, and the control of magical flow."

Jane Yu tried hard to imagine herself as a big wand, with her index finger as a small wand, channeling all her magic to her finger.

She pointed her finger at the golden cup and silently commanded in her heart: Clear water like a spring!

A small stream of clear water spurted from her fingertip, filling half the cup, revealing a greenish hue.

"Miss... Scamander, is this little trickle of water your full capability?"

A familiar mocking voice sounded in her ear, and anyone could hear the disdain in it, which made Jane roll her eyes.

She mentally pushed harder: Clear water like a spring... river... flood... sea...

"Whoosh—"

The room was flooded.

A large amount of not-so-clear water, after being washed by the golden cup, filled the entire room with the stench of a rat rotting in a sewer.

"Yue... yue... ugh..."

Of course, there was also the constant retching of Grindelwald.

Even though he quickly sealed off his sense of smell, the strange-colored liquid submerging his feet made him uncontrollably nauseous.

This child, such a big temper!

Wasn't it just a comment? Did she have to retaliate deliberately?

"Hurry up... yue... clean up... yue..."

The two of them kept using Vanishing Spells and Scouring Charms, not noticing—

The golden cup soaked in the foul-smelling unknown liquid—rather, the Voldemort fragment inside—couldn't help but twitch.

This burning and corrosive sensation... made him feel extremely dangerous!

He must seize the opportunity to control their minds to save himself!

But the poor fragment didn't realize that he had kicked two steel plates.

The old and young pair treated the golden cup as a tool for practicing spells, taking advantage of the strong protective spells he had cast on it, and kept grinding it, casting all sorts of curses and dark spells, making the cup's gold dim.

"Anyway, this thing isn't easy to break." 'Mr. Vogel' couldn't help but cast a few more spells, almost turning the golden cup into a silver one, "Horcruxes are very sturdy—perfect for practicing spells, try a few more dark spells, break through its protective spells."

Jane Yu strongly suspected that his behavior was in retaliation for the week-long potion he had been forced to drink from the cup.

Thinking about it, the next person to be retaliated against would be her!

Her vigilance was at its peak, always ready to flee with the Niffler.

She and the Niffler didn't want to be served on the dinner table!

But what she didn't expect was that the old man in front of her stopped teaching and started posturing again, crossing his hands behind his head and lying down.

Jane couldn't help but be full of question marks, but fortunately, after many days of interaction, she had learned some essence of provocation, and she also started flipping through the book of sarcastic remarks.

"That's it? Finished? Is this all you can teach about wandless magic?"

But the other party didn't take the bait, instead showing a peculiar expression like an elder looking at a junior.

She even thought that expression resembled her guardian Dumbledore—

"Continuing to teach you isn't impossible—but before that—you must answer me a question."

Jane had a nagging feeling that something was off, but she couldn't pinpoint what it was.

She only saw the old man named 'Anton Vogel' looking up at the ceiling, seemingly casually asking:

"I already know you're from Hogwarts—but, this self-proclaimed Miss Scamander—"

"What did you do—to make your headmaster—Albus Dumbledore trust you so much?"

A strange intuition suddenly swept through Jane's mind.

The sense of something being wrong increased!

Why suddenly bring up her guardian?

Seeing that she didn't answer for a moment, 'Vogel' changed his posture, crossing his legs and interlocking his fingers on his chest, showing a slightly puzzled expression:

"Or let me rephrase, why are you his favorite... most valued student?"

A biological instinct to seek advantage and avoid harm told Jane that if she answered "I don't know" or directly mentioned their parent-child relationship—

She might end up being cooked.

For example, being made into a steak, grilled to medium rare, and sprinkled with black pepper on the dinner table.

She didn't know that her current feeling was similar to her mentor 69 years ago—Newt Scamander's experience.

But evidently, her decision was wiser than her mentor's straightforward answer of "I really don't know," choosing to divert the trouble elsewhere.

Although she wanted to mention Harry Potter, the protagonist already had enough enemies, and she couldn't add another one because of her.

"I believe, in terms of favoritism, I'm just an ordinary student among many of the headmaster's."

"The student he truly liked back then was Tom Marvolo Riddle, our senior."

"But unfortunately, after graduating fifty years ago, he went astray and became Voldemort."

She thought there was nothing wrong with answering this way.

After all, when Voldemort was still Tom, he was her housemate and schoolmate!

Like her, personally taken from the orphanage by Dumbledore, spent many years at Hogwarts under close watch—

It's said that back then he was exceptionally intelligent, handsome, polite, had excellent grades, and was well-liked by both teachers and students...

Saying he was the most favored (crossed out) valued student wouldn't be an exaggeration!

Moreover, rumors had it that after working, Voldemort even returned to meet and chat with Dumbledore—

Hoping to return to Hogwarts and apply for the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor to work alongside him!

'Vogel' raised an eyebrow, and for the first time, Jane saw an expression of speechlessness and indescribability on his face.

This made him look much more lively, at least like a living person.

She guessed he didn't believe it, because she didn't believe it herself.

But she vaguely heard 'Vogel' muttering, which she couldn't quite hear, as if analyzing something.

"Absolutely impossible... such an ugly soul... aside from profound magical abilities... no charisma... simply an insult..."

"Fifty years ago... fifty years ago... 1945... duel... no wonder... so besides those reasons... there's this layer too..."

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