The man behind Hogwarts

Unconsciously, the fighting between the two sides has been going on for a long time.

Since Dolohov was frightened by Fandel, he has become more cautious and has always stood with Alecto.

Seeing time passing by, he frowned:

"Alecto, it's time to retreat. If you continue to waste any time, the Ministry of Magic will arrive."

"hateful!"

With a loud shout, Alecto anxiously ordered a retreat. She knew that today was a failure.

For some reason, Yuanyue Store seemed to know that he was coming back to attack, and was actually prepared for it.

Could it be that... there is a traitor among the travelers?

……

September 1992, United States.

Malzahar took an exclusive train and arrived at Mount Greylock in Massachusetts.

On the top of the mountain, the clouds and mist are lingering, like a fairyland.

Because it had just rained heavily, the mountain forest was filled with a lot of fog. Even the top of the mountain was shrouded, and only an ancient building could be vaguely seen.

The train stopped in an indoor station, the door opened, and countless young people poured out.

The youngest is only eleven years old, and the oldest is no more than twenty.

Men and women of all kinds looked curiously through the windows at the scenery on the top of the mountain.

Malzahar leaned against the window with his hands in his pockets, opened the window a little, and let the cold wind blow on his face.

"are not you cold?"

A clear voice came from beside me. I turned around and saw a young boy:

"Hello, my name is Olander, Olander Knicks." The boy extended his right hand and introduced himself with a slight hesitation.

"Hello, my name is Malzahar Void."

"What a pity, it rained last night, otherwise we would have been able to see the school castle from here." Olander said enthusiastically: "My parents are both wizards. They said that Ilvermorny School Castle is the largest in the United States. Spectacular architecture.”

"Yeah, then I'm kind of interested."

Looking towards the top of the mountain, Malzahar let out a breath.

Olander laughed, as if he had seen a companion talk about lifting the train.

I didn’t expect that this classmate who looked so cold could be so interesting.

But before he could hold on to this idea for long, his eyes looking towards the top of the mountain suddenly froze:

"Is this...this...a joke?!"

On the top of the mountain in the distance, a cold wind with white mist appeared out of thin air. It didn't just come from nowhere, it seemed to be on the top of the mountain as soon as it appeared.

The cold wind carried the mist, whistling through the clouds and mist, carrying it away easily.

Then the appearance of the castle was revealed...

The round and pointed tower tops and neat buildings look particularly spectacular because they are on the top of the mountain.

However, it seems less mysterious than Hogwarts.

"A little disappointed..." Malzahar said to himself.

"Did you see it? There was a sudden wild scene on the top of the mountain just now, and the fog blew away in an instant."

Oland came back to his senses and looked up at the castle with a red face:

"You are so lucky. When you blow out your breath, the wind comes from the top of the mountain. Could it be that your mouth has been baptized by the gods?"

"Have you ever thought...that the strong wind was caused by me?"

"Ha~ stop joking."

The little wizard smiled and waved his hands. He was born in a wizarding family and had never heard of anyone being able to do this.

I was surprised for a moment at first, but I quickly recovered.

They are just wizards, not gods who follow their words.

"If the school teacher uses a wand to cast magic, I might believe it. I heard that some spells can summon tornadoes."

"Let's go quickly, we have to climb the mountain to enter the school."

He didn't believe it, and Malzahar didn't bother to explain, feeling a little regretful.

No one believes in this kind of behavior of showing one's holiness in front of people. Tsk tsk, don't care about it like a little wizard.

Ilvermorny has developed rapidly in recent years. It has not only become the most famous magic school in the United States, but has also gained an international reputation and is known as the most open wizard school.

Malzahar roughly counted the number of first-year students, which was almost two or three times that of Hogwarts.

This number is not small.

After entering the hall, everyone came to the castle.

Here, the little wizards were divided into two groups. One group walked upstairs along the steps, and the rest followed a teacher into the hall on the first floor.

Entering the castle, the light suddenly becomes soft and bright.

This castle is very large, with a high dome and windows all around. Sunlight shines in through the windows, soaking the entire castle in the warm ocean.

"Well, it's so big!"

Olander rubbed his palms together excitedly:

"The senior students are all upstairs, and look, they're all looking at us."

"The sorting will start soon. I don't know which house I will be assigned to. I hope it is Pukchi..."

While he was chanting, an old man walked out of the center of the rotunda and began his opening speech.

It tells the history of the founding of Ilvermorny, the Law of Rappaport, and the division of the school:

"The sorting ceremony will begin soon."

"There are a total of academies, namely Horned Water Snake, Cat Leopard, Thunderbird, and Pukechi."

"Please look at my feet. This floor is called Goldie's Knot. When I read someone's name, I stand here..."

From his introduction, Malzahar learned the identity of the old man. He was Principal Xia Gilbert Fontana.

The names were read out one by one, and soon, Olander was seen.

"Oland Knicks!"

His lips trembled nervously, and Malzahar patted his shoulder for some comfort.

Walking up to Goldie's Knot, the four wooden statues surrounding the rotunda begin to select the academy.

The way Hogwarts is sorted is through the Sorting Hat.

Ilvermorny, on the other hand, relied on wooden statues representing creatures from the four houses.

Olander clasped his hands, his eyes looking at the Pukki statue for a while, and for a while at the Thunderbird...

Tens of seconds later, the Pukechi statue raised the bow and arrow in his hand.

"Congratulations, Pukechi Academy has selected you!"

The principal gave his usual congratulations and asked Olander to side with Pukechi Academy.

Seeing that there were fewer and fewer new students, the principal read out the next name:

"Malzahar Void."

The principal watched the student step forward unhurriedly, with a trace of inquiry flashing in his eyes.

He couldn't see any nervousness on Malzahar's face, and even when they looked at each other, there was no fear or admiration in his eyes.

It seemed that in front of him, the principal himself was just an ordinary person...

"Hey, why would I think so?" The principal smiled secretly, but still paid a little extra attention.

Standing in the center of the floor, four statues stand equidistantly on a circular arc two meters away.

"What college would choose me..."

Before the thought was over, the four statues actually moved at the same time: Pukki raised his bow and arrow, the cat and leopard roared, the thunderbird flapped its wings and flew, and the crystal on the forehead of the long-horned water snake shone.

Suddenly, the entire hall erupted in heated discussion.

All the students looked at the scene in front of them in amazement and exclaimed repeatedly.

The senior students upstairs stared wide-eyed and said to themselves in disbelief: "He has been selected by four colleges, is this?"

"Is the statue broken? How could this happen?"

The teachers on the high platform in the hall also whispered, sometimes looking at Malzahar, sometimes frowning and thinking about something.

At this time, the principal stood up and shouted for silence, and then walked to Malzahar:

"Generally speaking, a student can only be favored by one college."

"But there are always exceptions to things like the situation you encountered."

After appeasing Malzahar who was not panicking, the principal explained to the students:

"Perhaps you don't know that this situation has happened before. Decades ago, a student was selected by four colleges, and that student was named Serafina Picqueli."

is her?

Hearing the name, a book appeared in Malzahar's mind.

If she hadn't had the same name, Serafina Picqueri would have become the president of the Magical Congress of the United States of America in 1920.

The principal went on to tell the story about that person, and it turned out to be her.

After the explanation, the principal looked at Malzahar from top to bottom in surprise and asked with a smile:

"Now the choice is yours."

"Horned Water Snake, Thunderbird, Pukechi, Cat Leopard, four academies, which one do you choose?"

At this time, the students upstairs shouted:

"Come to Pukechi, our college welcomes you!"

"Come to the Horned Water Snake. Serafina Picqueri's choice is also the Horned Water Snake. With such a strong talent like yours, only the Horned Water Snake is the most suitable for you."...

There were many disturbances, but the principal ignored them and just looked at Malzahar expectantly.

Malzahar raised his eyebrows and nodded secretly...

"I choose Thunderbirds!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the students of Thunderbird College burst into cheers, while other colleges booed with regret.

……

In the blink of an eye, a month has passed since Malzahar entered Ivermorny.

Since he entered the school, he has been setting various historical records:

Was selected by four colleges during the sorting ceremony, but went to Thunderbird College;

In the freshman orientation exam, he came out on top with all perfect scores;

One by one, the new student Malzahar became the top topic of the entire school, and everyone was amazed by his talent.

But recently, he created another historical record.

When everyone learned the details of the record, they all took a breath and lamented how terrifying it was.

It turned out that after Malzahar entered the school, he first took classes seriously for a week. After a week, it seemed that there was one person missing from all the classes.

The teachers took roll call and found that Malzahar had skipped class. They thought that they would teach him a lesson next time in class.

However, he didn't go to class the next time.

Day after day, students and teachers rarely saw him.

Until now, almost a month. When the teachers talked about Malzahar, they were shocked to find that he had skipped all the teachers' classes.

The incident of skipping class was a big deal and he was reported to the principal.

The principal searched for it and found Malzahar in the library.

At this time, there were as many books as a mountain piled in front of Malzahar. He was immersed in reading, but he turned the pages at an alarming speed.

"Take a quick look and turn the page. Do you understand the content clearly?"

Hearing the sound, Malzahar raised his head, revealing two dark circles under his eyes.

"headmaster?"

Smiling, he moved the book and asked the principal to sit down. Malzahar was like greeting a friend, familiar and calm:

"I have a good memory, so I read books a little faster."

Is this a little faster?

I'm afraid it's not 100 million points.

The principal grumbled in his heart, picked out a book at random, found a few chapters to examine the content, and found that Malzahar could memorize it word for word.

And I learned from him that almost one-third of the library has been seen.

The principal's eyes widened, his brain seemed to be deprived of oxygen and it was difficult to react. He just looked at the student in shock.

No wonder he was spotted by four colleges at the same time. If he has this kind of talent, it seems to be very normal.

But he still didn't understand why Malzahar was so addicted to reading?

"Do you know how many classes you've skipped?"

"Hmm...23 days."

headmaster:"……"

Good guy, I asked about how many classes you skipped. The unit of measurement is "section", but you directly converted it into "day"!

"Why skip class?"

"Because attending classes step-by-step is just a waste of time. I have studied all the first-grade courses on my own, and I know everything the teacher teaches."

In fact, this statement still has some reservations.

Not only the first grade, he also learned the fourth grade by the way.

If he hadn't discovered that the content after the fourth grade was the same as the knowledge at Hogwarts, he might have spent another week going directly to the seventh grade.

And this only took a week.

Of course, he didn't rely on himself, he also borrowed Jeanswest's abilities.

For courses like History of Magic and No-Maj Studies, he directly asked Jeanswest to scan out the contents of the books.

As for spells and potions...

The content of these courses is 60% similar to Hogwarts, and saves most of the time.

Due to various reasons, he was able to complete the work within a week. After that, I spent day and night in the library, scanning books with JeansWest.

The time for the semi-finals was getting closer and closer, so he had to seize the time to empty out Ilvermorny's library. After all, after participating in the semi-finals by then, he didn't know if anything would happen, so he naturally felt relieved.

"Malzahar, although you got full marks in the freshman exam, don't be too proud."

After hearing his words, the principal was a little dissatisfied and said a lesson:

"You have to know one thing. The preliminary exam rarely involves magic knowledge. It is more a test of your research and exploration abilities. Don't think that you can ignore the teachers' courses if you get a perfect score."

"I'm not complacent, Mr. Principal."

Closing the book, Malzahar said seriously:

"Not only am I not complacent, but I am more serious about magic and knowledge. The reason why I don't go to class is simply because the knowledge in the class is too simple."

The topic has reached an impasse here.

Malzahar did not care about the other party's identity as principal. After all, increasing strength will always bring about an increase in character.

It's like an ant that eats elixir and gradually grows into a giant beast in the starry sky.

At that time, it would no longer be afraid of anteaters. Instead, it would be afraid of the stars, the universe, and the unknown.

The principal looked intently into Malzahar's eyes. After a moment, he stood up suddenly:

"If you really master all the knowledge in first grade, then prove it to me."

"If it's true, I'll let bygones be bygones."

"If there is any big talk, then Ilvermorny does not need proud and ignorant students."

After saying that, he left the library angrily.

Returning to the principal's office, the anger on his face suddenly disappeared, replaced by a frown and condensation.