Succubus System At Hogwarts

"Ian, Harry.. I want to say something..." Hermione looked around and whispered, "I always feel that Professor Dumbledore did it on purpose. He gave Harry the Invisibility Cloak on purpose. Everything seems to be guiding us deliberately."

Cassandra's expression was very solemn. "If that's the case, then I think Professor Dumbledore is really a bit scary. I mean, his calculations."

Ian looked at the two little witches in surprise. Dumbledore was right—they were both very smart.

However, Ian had no intention of speaking for Dumbledore. He thought there was nothing wrong with what Hermione and Cassandra said.

To be honest, if anyone thought that Dumbledore—the most prominent White Wizard who had defeated Grindelwald, terrified Voldemort, and kept the Minister of Magic dependent on him—was just a kind old man, then they were totally wrong.

That old man was terrifying.

"Professor Dumbledore does intend to guide us," Harry sighed. "But his original intention is good."

"Yes, he taught us a lot of useful lessons, didn't he?" Ian quickly added. "Besides, I think he did the right thing. Harry and I will have to face Voldemort sooner or later. This is inevitable."

"Yes, he did teach you two a lot of useful lessons," Draco rolled his eyes. "But could you please not make us practice them?"

Everyone laughed, even Hermione and Cassandra couldn't help but chuckle.

"Okay, this matter is over." Ian stretched. "Finally, I can have a good sleep."

"Yes, we still have to attend the House Cup feast in the evening," Harry added with some anticipation. "I wonder which house will win the House Cup."

"Anyway, it will definitely not be Gryffindor," Hermione rolled her eyes.

Ronald also had a bitter face. "We're in last place."

Draco raised his eyebrows smugly. "Slytherin is in first place again this year. Seven consecutive years—seven consecutive championships."

Ian and Cassandra also proudly puffed up their chests.

Yes, that's right, they were Slytherin students.

Seeing Ian's smug look, Hermione covered his face with her hand. His expression made her want to smack him.

"Why don't you kids go back to rest! It's been fifteen minutes!" At that moment, Madam Pomfrey came in and glared at them. "Especially you, Ian, Harry—you two need to rest!"

Ian and Harry smiled awkwardly and said nothing.

"Okay, leave quickly. The two of them need to rest." Madam Pomfrey practically kicked Hermione and the others out like they were misbehaving kittens.

"See you tonight, guys." Ian waved and lay back on the bed with Harry.

The two slept soundly until nightfall and felt that their energy had almost recovered.

...

As night fell, the castle was decorated with lights and filled with excitement. All the students were happy about the approaching holiday.

Except for Ian and Harry.

"Madam Pomfrey, Professor Dumbledore has allowed us to go to the House Cup feast."

Ian and Harry had just slipped out of bed when they were caught by Madam Pomfrey.

"I know." Madam Pomfrey pointed toward the door. "Someone is here to see you again."

Ian and Harry looked at each other, confusion flashing in their eyes.

"Who is it?" Ian asked, looking toward the door.

Before Ian could finish speaking, Hagrid came in sideways.

Every time Hagrid walked into the room, he looked like a giant squeezing into a dollhouse. He sat down next to Harry, took one look at the brothers, and immediately started crying.

"It's all... all my fault... this... idiot! I'm an idiot!" Hagrid covered his face with his hands and sobbed. "I told that bastard how to get through Fluffy! I told him! He knew everything except that, and I told him!"

Ian opened his mouth and stared at Hagrid in shock.

No! Buddy! You just started with zero frames!

"You almost died! And all for a dragon egg! I will never drink again! I should be kicked out and made to live as a Muggle for the rest of my life!" Hagrid trembled with sorrow and regret, his big tears soaking into his beard.

"Hagrid, don't cry." Harry panicked and quickly tried to comfort him.

Ian nodded in agreement. "Hagrid, don't blame yourself. That was Voldemort. Even if you hadn't told him, he would have found out another way."

"But... but you two almost died!" Hagrid sobbed. "And don't say that name! He's... the You-Know-Who!"

"Hagrid! What can Voldemort do?" Harry shouted, but seeing how terrified Hagrid looked, he softened his tone. "Ian and I met him! We called his name right in front of him! Ian even called him an asshole!"

"Okay, Hagrid, don't cry..." Ian patted the half-giant's shoulder. "Here, eat some Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans. Professor Dumbledore said he once ate one that tasted like dog shit when he was young."

"I won't eat it, you eat it." Hagrid wiped his tears and sniffled. "I brought you a gift."

Ian immediately sat up straight, looking at Hagrid with anticipation. "What gift?"

Acromantula venom? Unicorn hair? Dragon skin? Dragon blood?

"Will it be rock cake?" Harry's smile froze at the thought of its taste.

"No." Hagrid took out two books with beautifully designed covers from his arms. "Dumbledore gave me a day off yesterday and asked me to sort these out. Of course, he should have just fired me—"

Ian raised his hand, stopping Hagrid's self-pity.

"Okay, okay, I won't say anything more." Hagrid mumbled. "This is for you, Ian, Harry."

The two took Hagrid's gifts and opened them curiously. Inside were pages filled with photographs.

On every page, smiling and waving at them, were their parents—Lily Potter and James Potter.

"I sent an owl to Lily and James' old classmates to ask them for the photos… Ian, Harry, do you like it?"

Harry was speechless, and Ian looked at Hagrid with gratitude.

"Thank you, Hagrid."

"This is really the best gift we've ever received." Harry nodded vigorously.

"Hagrid, we're going to the dinner." Ian carefully placed the book in his robe. "Do you want to come with us?"

"No, no, you go on." Hagrid quickly shook his head. "I am a sinner, I shouldn't—"

"Hey! Don't say that!" Ian and Harry interrupted in unison.

Hagrid opened his mouth to protest, but before he could say anything, Ian and Harry grabbed him by the arms and pulled him toward the door.

"Hagrid, we have to hurry, the dinner is about to start."

"That's right, Hagrid, don't think too much. Facing that nose-less baldy directly wasn't actually that bad."

With that, Ian and Harry dragged a reluctant but helpless Hagrid, trotting all the way to the entrance of the Great Hall.

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