Succubus System At Hogwarts

"Hey~ you couple~"

"Young couple~"

"Why are you quarreling all of a sudden?"

Hearing this all-too-familiar teasing tone, Ian, Hermione, Harry, and Ron all turned their heads.

George and Fred approached with their arms slung around each other, grinning mischievously.

C-C-Couple!!

Hermione's cheeks instantly turned red, but she didn't deny anything.

Ian, on the other hand, casually squeezed Hermione's small hand and looked at the twins. "Why are you two only just now coming to breakfast? Got up late... or were you out for a nighttime stroll?"

"How could we possibly sneak out at night?" The twins, of course, would never admit such a thing in public.

"But we heard about it," Fred said, shaking his head.

George added, "You six."

"You got caught sneaking out at night and fined 50 each."

"That's tragic."

"We've never seen anything worse."

"One person losing 50 points."

"Three people from the same house losing a total of 150 points."

"Gryffindor is nearly at the bottom now."

As the twins continued their perfectly synchronized banter, Harry and Ron lowered their heads further and further, wishing they could just disappear on the spot.

"I heard you're being isolated?" George shrugged. "It doesn't matter—Fred and I lose points all the time. We've gotten used to it."

"Yeah, everyone will forget about it soon enough," Fred said, patting Harry on the shoulder. "No big deal."

After the twins' casual banter, Hermione seemed to feel much better, and even Harry and Ron lifted their heads slightly.

Ian frowned. Didn't my words of encouragement just now work? Are Harry and his friends more suited to this kind of joking comfort?

He didn't get it… Maybe he just wasn't cut out for comforting others.

Heh~ Maybe I'm better at comforting pretty girls with my handsome face.

Thinking of this, Ian reached out and gently pinched Hermione's small hand. Hmm... soft and nice to hold.

"Ahem..." Hermione's cheeks turned slightly red as she coughed lightly, signaling Ian that others were still present.

Ian chuckled and let go of her hand.

George and Fred exchanged glances, smirking as if they had just discovered something very interesting.

After sitting for a while, Ian stood up. It wasn't a good look for him to remain at the Gryffindor table for too long.

However, after Ian's visit, the Gryffindor students seemed to withdraw their judgmental stares, no longer glaring at Harry, Ron, and Hermione like before.

Returning to the Slytherin table, Ian had barely sat down when Cassandra spoke in a flat tone.

"You were staring at Isabella just now."

Hearing those cold words, Ian immediately panicked and quickly denied it. "I wasn't! I just thought she looked a little familiar."

"Heh." Cassandra sneered. "You think all good-looking girls look familiar."

Ian: "?"

Why does this sentence sound so familiar? I swear I've heard it somewhere before...

Cassandra, noticing Ian standing there in a daze, reached out and pinched his waist—hard.

"Hiss..." Ian sucked in a sharp breath and looked at Cassandra with a pained expression. "Why are you pinching me too?!"

Cassandra crossed her arms and snorted. "'Too'? So Hermione pinched you just now?"

Ian rubbed the tip of his nose and didn't deny it.

Seeing Ian's guilty reaction, Cassandra grew even angrier and reached out to pinch him again.

"Ouch! Ouch!" Ian yelped, looking at Cassandra pleadingly. "Miss Vole, have mercy!"

"Heh." Cassandra withdrew her hand, sneering, but didn't press him further.

Ian rubbed his waist, silently shedding tears in his heart. What did I do to deserve this today?

Neither Hermione nor Cassandra seemed to understand the importance of Christine—no! Isabella.

Thinking of this, Ian's gaze drifted back toward Isabella at the Gryffindor table. Yeah… she really is pretty.

But…

System, I still want an explanation. Why is the heroine of Twilight a witch here? Ian asked silently in his mind.

[Ding! In the original world of Twilight, Isabella possesses an extremely special physique that allows her to block all vampire abilities, such as mind reading, speed enhancement, etc.]

[Ding! Host, in this world, Isabella is a witch, which is entirely reasonable.]

Ian was speechless but had to admit that the system's explanation actually made some sense...?

"Wait! If Isabella is here, does that mean other characters from Twilight exist too?" Ian suddenly thought of an important question.

[Ding! Of course, host!]

Great. So now we have vampires with special abilities. How exactly am I supposed to deal with that? Ian rubbed his temples, already feeling a headache coming on.

[Ding! Host, the special abilities of vampires are suppressed in the Harry Potter world. Wizards can completely counter their abilities using magic! After all, in this world, magic is the ultimate power.]

After hearing that, Ian finally breathed a sigh of relief. "Now that makes sense…"

If vampire abilities weren't suppressed, what could he possibly do?

Once Voldemort was resurrected, he'd just wave his hand, recruit all the vampires as Death Eaters, and that would be the end of it. What savior? Hogwarts might as well surrender on the spot…

Now that he had a clear answer, Ian felt as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. Humming a little tune, he happily continued eating the bacon on his plate.

In Potions Class

Thanks to Ian's guidance, several students eagerly raised their hands to answer questions.

Hermione, in particular, was so eager that she looked like she was about to stand on her stool just to make sure Snape noticed her.

Even Harry and Ron, who usually slouched through class, had straightened up and raised their hands alongside Hermione.

Draco and Cassandra were also actively participating—though they didn't manage to earn as many points as Ian.

Of course, that was because Snape completely ignored them. He only had eyes for Ian!!

"Ian, you answer this question," Snape finally said.

Ian stood up slowly and delivered a perfect answer.

"Very good!" Snape nodded with satisfaction. "Slytherin, ten points."

Snape glanced at Hermione, who was still holding her hand up high. For Ian's sake, he resisted the urge to deduct points from Gryffindor and instead called on her.

"Ms. Granger, tell me—what is the function of a Blood-Replenishing Potion?"

"It is used to restore blood for those who have suffered blood loss," Hermione answered as she stood up.

"Hmm..." Snape nodded slightly and said in a neutral tone, "Gryffindor, five points."

Hermione beamed at the unexpected points. She instinctively turned to Ian and made a triumphant "yeah" gesture.

Ian chuckled and winked at her in response.

Naturally, this exchange did not go unnoticed by Snape at the podium. He snorted but said nothing.

Although Harry and the others didn't earn extra points in Potions, at least this time Snape didn't deduct points from them as he usually did.

After all, the know-it-all witch who helped the two hopeless cases prepare for class had quite the reputation.

Thanks to Hermione's notes, Harry and Ron managed to scrape by in their other classes as well.

Professor Flitwick was even so impressed with their progress in Charms that he awarded them each ten points.

This made the two ecstatic. Having always lagged behind, this was the first time they had ever earned points in class.

After class, Harry and Ron surrounded Hermione, showering her with praise.

"Hermione, you're amazing!" Harry said sincerely.

"Yes, Hermione, you're practically our savior!" Ron echoed enthusiastically.

Hermione, feeling a little embarrassed by their praise, waved her hand. "It's nothing. As long as you both read my notes carefully, we'll be able to master everything soon."

Harry and Ron both nodded earnestly, signaling their determination to study hard.

No matter how much effort the six young wizards put in, they still couldn't escape their punishment—patrolling the Forbidden Forest at night.

Filch, the caretaker, was responsible for escorting them to the edge of the forest before handing them over to Hagrid.

"It's a shame we can't punish students the old-fashioned way anymore," Filch said regretfully. "In the past, we'd tie their thumbs together and hang them in the dungeons. Oh, how I miss those screams."

Filch then glanced at Ian, and his tone softened. "Of course, Ian, you're different from the rest of them."

After all, in all of Hogwarts, Ian was the only student who showed Filch any respect and often brought dried fish for Mrs. Norris.

Mr. Ian Potter surely wouldn't be as troublesome as the other little wizards!!

Ian—who was, in fact, the leader of this mischievous group—gave Filch an awkward but polite smile, deciding it was best not to correct his very mistaken impression.

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