You will surely become a great wizard feared by all!

Victor tried out the wand and found it was about the same, so he didn't ask to exchange it. After all, his spellcasting method was different from most people in this world, so having a wand or not wouldn't make much difference.

But Hermione was very excited.

She eventually received a vine wand with a dragon's heartstring, ten and three-quarters inches long, quite flexible. Ollivander commented that this perhaps represented her intelligence and diligence, and the flexible wand was also suitable for a wider range of spellcasting styles.

The Grangers happily paid a few gallons.

As dusk settled, their shopping finally came to an end. Hermione and Granger, laden with bags and packages, returned to the Leaky Cauldron, still feeling quite satisfied.

As evening fell, there were still quite a few wizards with children in the bar. Some of the children had already gone home using Floo Powder, leaving the wizards to have a drink at the bar before leaving.

As Granger and his companions passed by, the wizards took a big gulp of wine:

"Thank goodness, I almost died from shopping, but I finally got rid of that brat. You know what? He's been pressuring me to buy him a Nimbus 2000!"

"Mine too, hurry up and let those professors take over, they're keeping me so noisy at home."

Professor Victor Wrongful Seed himself fell silent after descending the stairs.

...Fortunately, he teaches third grade.

When it comes to raising children, he couldn't help but think of a witch friend from a fairy tale world.

She was a witch friend who grew a lot of lettuce. But because the lettuce grew so well, neighbors couldn't resist stealing it, and eventually they even made a deal with her: one child for one lettuce. She took in the family's child and raised her to adulthood.

That shows a lot of patience.

Victor admired her greatly.

The only problem was that, a decade or so later, the witch blinded the boy's love interest...

cough cough.

Victor was a little lost in thought. He didn't come back to his senses until the Grangers reached the door and were about to say goodbye.

"Thank you very much for your guidance today, Professor Vanderbom," Mr. Granger said sincerely. "Hermione is new to the wizarding world and knows nothing. I will have to trouble you to take good care of Hermione in the future."

"You're welcome." Victor nodded in response to the first sentence before saying, "It's just that I only teach students in the third year and above, so I probably haven't had much contact with Hermione in the past few years. I don't think she'll choose my class in the future."

"Huh?" Mr. Granger was a little confused. "Hermione should be able to; she's quite interested in divination."

Victor shook his head.

"It's not a matter of interest."

"Her aura is rather dim; she probably won't go very far in divination. If she really wants to learn, I suggest she try arithmetic divination."

"so……"

Mr. Granger froze, his expression turning awkward, while Hermione was instantly stunned, her eyes even welling up with tears.

What could be more discouraging than being told by a professor that you have no talent before you even enroll?

Hermione has always been the best student in her class. When has she ever suffered such a blow?

Saying she can't learn it is even more hurtful than saying she hasn't been trying hard enough lately.

But Victor is exactly what it sounds like.

He could see Hermione's sadness.

"There's no need to be sad, Miss Granger. I have many witch and wizard friends who have no concept of divination, but they still became great wizards feared by all. Some of them are proficient in curses, and some are skilled in large-scale offensive magic. Divination has never been a necessity for them, but just an option on the road to success."

"I believe that with your hard work, you will eventually achieve success in your area of ​​expertise."

"Oh...oh! Okay, thank you, Professor."

Hermione's mood visibly improved.

But as Professor Victor waved goodbye and parted ways with her, a question that she couldn't ignore suddenly arose in her mind:

and many more…

The Great Wizard whom everyone fears—everyone fears him?

Something seems off about this adjective!

Would a wizard make this their life's pursuit?!

.......

After finishing his shopping, Victor finally returned home from Diagon Alley, tossed the fluttering owl and a small pile of books onto the table, and placed the automatic stirring crucible he had bought on a whim on top of the fireplace.

That's right, he is the target customer for automatic stirring crucibles.

Amid Hermione's shocked and disapproving gaze, he calmly bought the cauldron, a veritable cult of potions, and took it home. In fact, he wasn't particularly pleased with it.

A pot that can stir automatically? All the witches he used to know must be drooling with envy!

Witches in fairy tales usually have multiple roles and rarely specialize in brewing potions—so why bother doing it yourself when you can let the pot stir by itself?

Grandma Baba Yaga was very satisfied with it. She felt that she wouldn't have to keep checking the pot whenever she wanted to boil something. Even the kettle next to the sink seemed to bend over happily, feeling that it had one less thing to worry about when boiling water.

...and the next month or so passed by extremely quickly.

With nothing much to do, Victor basically only needed to stay home writing teaching outlines and replying to various letters sent to him. He could spend the rest of his time tending to plants and playing with his wand.

Speaking of replying, Victor actually made a chain for the owl so that it could freely enter and exit the fog.

On the morning of the first day of September, Victor tied the syllabus to its leg and took it to the balcony.

He said to it heavily, "It all depends on you."

"Chirp?" The owl's eyes were clear and blank as it was held in Victor's hand while lying on its back.

"...You must fly quickly, preferably before noon today, and then pretend to be very tired to hand the letter to Professor McGonagall. That way I can tell her that I sent out the syllabus yesterday, but the owls are too slow to receive it."

"???"

Don't make things difficult for the owl!

The owl looked even more bewildered, unable to understand what the human was babbling about.

But Victor, still full of hope, tossed it into the sky and watched it slowly disappear into the gray mist...

Grandma Baba Yaga watched this scene from the living room and slowly said to Victor, "Alright, the fog has drifted back to the southern tip of England. According to your previous test, this should be exactly the flight distance in a morning."

"Very good, thank you, Mother-in-law."

"Victor said casually."

That's right, he's been incredibly lazy. Although he has plenty of time to write teaching outlines every day, he only managed three lines for the first thirty days, and the rest he rushed out last night.

"How are you planning to get to Hogwarts next? Will you walk through the mirror like last time?" Barbayaga asked slowly.

"No, no," Victor said. "Dumbledore knew that we couldn't use Floo Powder, so he specifically told me the location of a colleague who lived nearby, so I could go back to Hogwarts from there."

"Colleague? Who is that?"

"Severus Snape, I think he taught Potions," Victor said casually. "Dumbledore gave me the address; he lives in Spider's End, which is nearby."