Dark Hogwarts

The little man studied, the little man tried,

Even though he was eloquent, he was in danger.

Imagine that, imagine that,

I'm in the wrong place.,

Imagine that, imagine that,

After all, he sailed to Hogwarts.

***

Shock. Just five minutes ago, we were all moving peacefully along the path through the Forbidden Forest. Right now...

Most of the sophomores, seeing the aggressive giant made of wood, ran away. Some of them hid behind the nearest trees and watched in fear, but most of them decided not to tempt fate and rushed away from danger.

They obviously hadn't thought about wandering alone in the Forbidden forest in the evening — the guys weren't up to it.

I must say, some fifth-year students also ran away. I don't know if they followed their charges in an organized manner, or if they were just as scared...

— They're what... Are they e-eating him?! Ron asked, dumbfounded, pointing at the crowd of small creatures.

"It looks like it," Seamus answered him quietly.

"Don't point fingers, Ron. They saved our lives. Did you see how they dealt with this monster? Let's not provoke them in any way, okay? — I told the boy, in response to which he nodded quickly and shallowly, and his hand dropped down like lightning.

"Harry, are you okay?" I asked, watching Potter feel sick at the sight.

— That's it... All right... He turned away and tried not to retch. "I told you... With Hagrid, you'll only find a bloodbath everywhere... Boo-uh! — as a result, he emptied his stomach.

Only the four of us remained on the trail from the second year. Only in the distance, a couple of girls were still standing dumbfounded, and poor Neville was lying, as his twisted ankle simply did not allow the boy to escape.

Gradually, the children who were hiding nearby began to come out timidly, and other fifth-year students approached the epicenter of events, in the center of which we were.

"Is that him?" Is that him over there?! Damn it, Gordon... — some guy started crying, watching his friend's remains being actively eaten by the Menehuns.

"It's kind of hard,— said a senior student sitting by a nearby tree.

In my opinion, she was thrown there during the giant's leap, and the girl never decided to change her own location. Well, or I just couldn't do it.

While everyone present was recovering from the adrenaline rush, Hagrid came up to us with a heavy limp.

Instead of the half-giant's face, there was one solid bruise, decorated with vertical lines of blood flowing from a split eyebrow. One of his arms was obviously broken, and it certainly didn't end there — the rest of our guide's injuries were simply not visible behind bulky clothes and thick facial vegetation.

Hagrid stopped, glanced thoughtfully at Menehun's party, and looked at our company with his only open eye.:

— You're not enough somehow. Where are the others?

"Uh.".. They've run away, Mr. Hagrid," one of the upperclassmen replied, swallowing. — Some of our people went in search of them, but... You may have to look for them too.

— Things are going well... — the giant boomed in response, after which he clumsily shoved his relatively healthy hand into his bosom, starting to rummage there.

He was obviously looking for something, and he had been doing it for quite a long time. None of the students dared to offer their help, so all the guys just watched the giant's actions.

"Here it is,— he said at last, pulling it out from under the burlap... A shell?

Hagrid ran his hand over it in a special way, which made it glow a delicate scarlet color.

"Uh.".. The director? Hagrid said uncertainly into that shell. —Headmaster Dumbledore,— he repeated, almost burying his face in her.

The sound of sea waves was suddenly heard from the shell, and the giant was very happy about it. He walked away from the students and began talking quietly about something. Dumbledore himself, apparently.

"He's calling for help, isn't he?" Ron asked us uncertainly.

— I don't think so... Harry replied skeptically.

—Maybe Hagrid is getting instructions on exactly what to do in this situation," I suggested.

Meanwhile, Hagrid was chatting with the headmaster of Hogwarts, and a handful of students were gradually replenished with newcomers, the animals that had finished with the tree monster were not sitting idle.

At that moment, the Menehuns were distracted by the human carpaccio, and their pets, after defeating the enemy, quickly ate their dead brothers and scattered through the forest. One of them suddenly ran right up to us.

"Clack, clack, clack!" — He rattled his teeth.

—Hey... No need! Shoo, phew!" the fifth—year student who was standing closest to him said in fright.

From his words, Scampozub began to behave even more actively, gradually approaching our group.

— Clack-clack-clack-clack! He chattered with his teeth even more actively than before.

"Is he going to attack us?" "They're on our side!" said Ron.

And it looked like the eyeless creature was preparing to attack one of us, but it just decided to play with its prey. Well, or it couldn't determine which of us he should eat first.

— Come on, fuck off! Hagrid snarled at him. — Hey, menehuns, grab your ears! Come on, this one... Subdue your animals! They've made a mess of it," he spat.

It seems that after talking to the headmaster, Hagrid was filled with confidence in what he needed to do, which is why he began to boldly issue decrees.

—Okay, guys," he turned to us, "none of you are going anywhere—you stay here and wait. And call the far ones, so that all those who did not run away gathered together. The scamptooths are quite aggressive, but they only listen to these crumbs," he pointed to the menehuns. — So it's not safe in the forest right now, and we need to rescue the runners, yes...

When Hagrid finished his briefing, there was a hum behind us. Everyone turned to look at him sharply, but it turned out that the sound was coming from the very shell that Hagrid had left on the ground for some reason after the conversation.

A few seconds later, the scarlet-colored energy burst out of the shell, and a real portal began to form in its place. Its contours shimmered with shades of red, and when the lines at the top touched each other and closed the resulting circle, a smooth veil covered the center of the portal, distorting space.

At first, only the magician's leg appeared from the opening, but then the rest of the body became visible. Dumbledore personally visited them, squinting at the scene with narrowed eyes. And he clearly didn't like the remains of the student, just as he didn't like the scattered wood remains of the carcass from the gnawed monster.

Following the headmaster, other teachers arrived on their side — Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick.

"Disperse to the sides and return the students to the path," Dumbledore instructed them, after which the professors quickly plunged into the forest on different sides.

The director himself took out his wand and conjured a large and bright ball of light not far from us in the center of the path. He began to hum and brightly illuminate the surroundings, and loud words began to be repeated from the inside of him.:

— GO TO THE LIGHT! FOLLOW THE SOUND! GET BACK TO THE TRAIL! GO TO THE LIGHT! FOLLOW THE SOUND! GET BACK TO THE TRAIL!

After making sure that his magical creation was working, Dumbledore turned to the few menehuns who stood like statues not far from the Slytherin's place of death and looked at the headmaster with silly glances.

With a barely noticeable wave of his wand, he lifted a group of small creatures into the air. The director made a second swing, and the menehuns trembled, jumped, and for the first time I saw an emotion of fear on their faces. Just for a moment, because soon each of the carnivorous babies exploded with fragments of entrails, irrigating the land of the Forbidden Forest with their hot blood, from which steam began to rise.

All the students looked at it with their mouths open in surprise.

"Hagrid." Let's go," said Dumbledore, who, after killing a couple dozen intelligent beings in cold blood, returned through the portal back to Hogwarts, followed by a half—giant, head down.

— What... What was that just now? Have you seen it? He just blew them up with a wave of his wand! Seamus shared his impressions.

I was thinking about something else entirely. Hagrid's class had clearly not gone according to plan, since the headmaster had come to the scene himself. But why did he come at all? Because the students were in danger? Three times—ha!

Throughout the previous year, we were taught that students should deal with danger on their own. Yes, there were moments on the same Halloween when the teachers did not let half of the school die from transfigured animals. But there they waited for the outcome of the fight and just saved the lives of the wounded, and did not save them from the animals themselves!

Here we were exposed to the danger that I thought we were seeking with this journey. And now I see a completely different reaction: the teachers went to look for the runaway students, and Dumbledore himself arrived at the scene and created a huge glowing ball for a landmark.

And the murder of the Menehuns... It was the emotional reaction that was clearly visible in the director's actions! After all, to kill those who helped to cope with the monster... What for?

So these Menehuns were guilty of something. Have you violated any contract regarding the devouring of a Hogwarts student? Have you allowed this revived Ent to enter your territory? Or was everything I saw just cruelty for the sake of cruelty? Who would have known...

And the more caring for the students in the Forbidden Forest contrasted with everything I had seen before. Why are they saving and helping now, and before that they were doing the exact opposite almost all the time?

While we were waiting on the trail and recovering, the sun finally disappeared below the horizon. But thanks to the light from the ball, the forest was illuminated enough, and no more living creatures came to our group.

There were only students who were found by McGonagall and Flitwick. If necessary, the professors quickly applied basic medical charms and brought the lost students to our gathering.

Some came on their own, finding their way with the help of light or sound. The message to go to the trail sounded so loud and for so long that my brain gradually began to boil. It was all the more joyful when all the students were found and, relatively unharmed, we all hurried to the castle, accompanied by two teachers.

The overnight stay in the woods was apparently canceled, as was Hagrid's class itself.

"They could have used a portal to get us into the castle,— Ron muttered.

"Considering that even fifth—year students were surprised by such magic, this thing is extremely rare and valuable to use for our convenience," I replied thoughtfully. — Be grateful that we were rescued at all and are being taken to the castle by a relatively safe route.

For the Hogwarts I'm used to, it would be the norm to force lost students to find their way to the castle on their own. Even in the pitch dark.

So I was as suspicious of this abnormal concern as possible, and my bottomless piggy bank of questions and riddles was replenished with a new puzzle.

***

—Ugh,— Ron said, stretching his stiff back as he left the office. — Finally, lunch! I couldn't stand five extra minutes of constant statements about how dangerous, pathetic and bad Muggles are at the same time.

— Ha! Yes, the professor's record is just stuck, since he repeats the same thing from lesson to lesson," Seamus said mockingly.

"And I still don't understand why we're saying all this and embellishing reality,— Harry chimed in. "I've lived with Muggles, and I know for a fact that they may not be saints, but certainly none of them are capable of even a fraction of the things we're told about.

—Harry, you don't take into account which Muggles Professor Quirrell is talking about," I defended the teacher, since my friends had just started talking so boldly after leaving his office. And if he somehow manages to eavesdrop, then I'll add a couple of reputation points in his eyes. — He means America, where the Muggle world controls the magical one. And you lived in a place where everything happens the other way around — our Muggles are obedient and docile.

Well, when we were almost off the floor, I added:

— And don't forget that this is propaganda. Their goal is to blacken Muggles in our eyes, that's all. Both wizards and Muggles can be bad. There are also good ones, although I'm not sure about adult wizards yet...

—Mr. Lockhart is good,— Harry argued with conviction.

— And my parents! Ron said with some resentment.

—That's right, I'm not arguing about that," I shrugged my shoulders. — You just need to look not at a group of people, but at each one individually.

"What about vampires?" Professor Lupin claimed that there are no good ones among them," Seamus asked me a question.

"Well, he's a werewolf. It's understandable that he would say that," I grinned. — They have some kind of genetic enmity, no doubt. Vampires... They are not inherently bad — they are made that way by an uncontrollable thirst for blood. Of course, vampires should be feared, but it is quite possible to meet a normal well-fed vampire. I think the situation is similar with the Menehuns. Well, I think so," I explained to the guys.

It has been more than a week since the events in the Forbidden Forest. Hagrid, according to rumors, was severely scolded for the death of a student, which was a real revelation for everyone.

"Well, he died and died, just think ...", — something like this would sound like an excuse in defense of Hagrid in a normal situation. And here they scolded me! It's unthinkable!

Now the half-giant did not think about spending the night in the Forbidden Forest, and from that moment on, if they went to the forest itself, it was just a little bit: shallow and not for long.

In the previous lesson, the recovering ranger had somehow gotten hold of a real vampire and a cage for him, so the extra classes on Saturdays kind of stopped being dangerous. Well, Professor Lupin, of course, could not ignore the topic of vampires in his class, supplementing our knowledge and slightly distorting it with his own opinion about these creatures.

The head of Slytherin was appointed by another — the same friend who lamented the death of a comrade. For a couple of days, the school was talking about this case of a monster attack, but then the news gradually began to be forgotten, and the teenagers switched to other, more recent gossip.

"Kyle?" Where are you going? Lunch is here! Ron said uncomprehendingly, when instead of taking the stairs leading down, I went to the opposite one.

— You go, and I forgot something in the bedroom.

"Um, are you sure?" Harry asked me. "We can go with you."

—Nah," I waved it away, —go eat up." I'll be able to join you in time. I'm fast.

— well... Okay,— with a shrug, the guys went to eat, and my way lay to the upper floors, to the Gryffindor common room.

I've been thinking about it since this morning, but somehow I got carried away, got preoccupied with other thoughts, and only thought about this idea during class. Well, since my enthusiasm was quite high, it was decided not to put the idea in the back drawer and implement it right now.

There were a lot of oddities at Hogwarts. Many of them were unrelated at first glance. Cruel teachers, mute paintings, absence of ghosts, headmaster's trials, Halloween trials, club hierarchy, attitude to dangers and deaths, castle traps — the same stairs...

But if you put them all together, write them down and think carefully about the meaning... Maybe I'll figure out what's going on!

Yes, you definitely need to write it down. All events, starting from admission to Hogwarts and ending with the Forbidden Forest. It is necessary to become the very detective who will take pictures of evidence and clues in his apartment, connect them later with red threads and solve the case. But I need to do it in my diary. To... So that no one sees, yes.

I got to the living room, and then to the bedroom, after which I began to rummage in my suitcase.

"Where is he?" Where is... — I was going through all sorts of things in search of a magical diary, which I kind of acquired during a visit to Diagon Alley with the Weasley family.

While he was rummaging through the contents of the suitcase, which had ten times as much space, his gaze caught on the open niche of the bedside table, where the cherished book lay.

— There you are! — I said happily and immediately sat down on the bed to start the registration.

Lunch lasts for an hour, so I could easily devote about thirty minutes of my time to writing. Yes, I'll have to miss the guys, but I really want to get started as soon as possible...

This feeling, when you feel in your gut that you are about to get to the truth, did not give rest. Especially now.

He picked up a book and ran his hand over it. There was something written at the bottom of the monochrome cover, but I just glanced at the inscription and hurriedly opened the contents.

Clean, pristine sheets designed for my thoughts, plans, and reasoning. Beauty!

I found a pen that was always in the bedside table, just in case.

It was not a parchment that everyone was tired of, in which students write only with ink using enchanted quills. It's paper! Long live cellulose!

—Well, let's go," I said, and got ready to write everything down from the very first pages.

"1. The tradition of getting to Hogwarts by boat, crossing the lake.

What for?

Why do the boats start shaking, and the squid eats the fallen ones?

Some kind of sacrifice?

A warning about danger at school from the very first seconds?".

As soon as the first paragraph was completed, the words suddenly began to disappear.

I didn't understand anything at first and frowned. I looked at the pen: is there a problem with it? It doesn't look like it. The most common pen... So it's the diary?

While I was thinking, the answer suddenly appeared on the same lines where my inscription once was.:

"Tell me more about it, and I'll help you with the answer."

My head was in a mess. On the one hand, I really wanted to continue writing — to find out who had just answered me and what he knew. On the other hand, some kind of subconscious anxiety prevented this from happening...

After looking at the cover of the book again, I still read the inscription at the bottom.:

"Tom Marvolo Riddle."

My mind was flooded with a sense of danger! The gears in my brain instantly fell into place! Voldemort's diary! I have it! The Horcrux!

As if scalded, I jumped away from the diary. Even after realizing exactly where I decided to write down my ideas and thoughts, some part of me still burned with the desire to continue my acquaintance with the Dark Lord.

Was it a part of me that felt that way? And where could I even get a dark magic diary?! I bought it... Did you buy it? I don't remember! I don't remember buying it at all.

Means... Was this imposed on me? To think that it belongs to me, to think that it is necessary to write down all your arguments in it... I've been bewitched! They got into my tender mind without lube and made a noise there!..

Dumbledore is the only one who could pull this off. Which means it's a mess. That's it — is my life in Potter over? If the most powerful and influential wizard of our time decided to throw me a horcrux that would take over my mind...

But why would he do that? Does he suspect me of something? I don't seem to know any secret secrets, just questions in my head... Because of the adult consciousness in the child's body? In that case, why did the director decide to get rid of me in such an extravagant way?

If he really realized that there was another person living in Kyle Golden, then why didn't he consider the fact that I might know about the horcrux diary? I was able to understand the danger and his intrigue, and I was able to free myself from the suggestion, at least partially...

This definitely needs to be taken into account. I can't believe Dumbledore made such a simple mistake. So, let's assume that my adult identity and my knowledge of events in a similar universe are still a mystery to him and the others. In this case, it turns out that?..

That I've become a bargaining chip. Did they give me a diary so that I could repeat the events of the canon with the chamber of secrets and the basilisk under Riddle's control? But why ? And why me?

"Because you're Harry Potter's friend," his mind prompted.

And even though the headmaster's motives were still vague and mysterious, Harry Potter was really involved here. This was confirmed by the principal's interest in the boy in the first year, and his "visions" at the end of the tests.

So now I need to figure out how to get rid of the diary so that Dumbledore leaves me alive...

But in some ways it's very similar to another test. After all, if I understand the director's capabilities correctly, then his legilimency is easily able to read my thoughts, in which I would immediately be burned by my foreignness. And his magical power probably makes it quite easy to subjugate my consciousness with the same banal "Imperio", whereas I got off with the usual suggestion, which I was able to overcome only by realizing the danger that threatened me.

The question is, what will the director do when he realizes that I was able to "jump off"? Will he find another victim? Or will he try again, but thoroughly, without misfires and risks? I sincerely hope that the second option will not happen.

The diary clearly needs to be disposed of, since I'm not going to keep such an artifact nearby. But you can't just throw it away, because Dumbledore needs it for some reason.

After all, if Malfoy Sr. had a diary in canon until his son's sophomore year, then the Malfoys are poor here, since all the property went to Dumbledore and the Ministry after the war. This means that the director has owned this horcrux for a long time and has only now decided to use it. That is, he did not get rid of a significant part of the immortality of his main enemy, namely, he kept it for his own purposes!

Exactly. You just need to give the diary to the dean. Well, and pray that it will pass... This is the best solution I can see at the moment. Of course, you can hide it somewhere, but I'm afraid to play with fire in this way.

The rest of the day flew by in one continuous stress. In class, I didn't catch the essence of the material I was going through, because I was all in my thoughts about the horcrux. But I was lucky here, because my academic performance was excellent, so neither Sprout nor Snape punished me.

But during the training in the Duel Club, they beat the crap out of me... My friends were perplexed by my constant thoughtfulness, and the seniors just shrugged their shoulders.:

"You never know what can happen to a student at Hogwarts, anything can happen."

And at the end of the day, when I couldn't avoid the bedroom, but I still had to do something with the diary, I decided. He wrapped a cloth around the horcrux, fighting its effect on his mind, and carried it to McGonagall, who, fortunately, was in her office.

"Professor, may I come in?" I asked when the door to the office opened after a knock.

"Mr. Golden?" What brings you here at such a late hour?

—Me, uh... You see, Professor, I found a diary that clearly contains some kind of harmful charms. I thought about it and decided to give it to you," I said humbly, since that was exactly the emotion McGonagall perceived most positively.

"Harmful charms?" Very interesting. Well, come on in, show me this diary of yours. Where, may I ask, did you find it? "What is it?" she asked.

"In my room, Professor," I decided to tell the truth. Lying to a teacher unnecessarily at Hogwarts was quite dangerous.

— And maybe you have any thoughts on how he got there? Maybe someone planted it for you? In revenge, so to speak," the lady looked at me expectantly.

"No, no, I have no idea how he suddenly appeared in my bedroom.

— Well, at least you should have some assumptions?

I decided to keep my assumptions to myself.

"Nothing, Professor. It cannot occur to me that any of the students"-I emphasized the last word—"would wish me harm.

— If that's the case, then... McGonagall sighed without touching the diary or even looking at it. "You can go now, Mr. Golden.

—Thank you, Professor," I nodded and slowly moved out of the office.

If she didn't interact with the diary in any way, then does McGonagall know what it is?

—By the way, Mr. Golden," came a voice from behind me.

Well, what else?!

"Yes, Professor?" I said, turning around deliberately calmly.

— It is commendable that you came to me with this problem. You get it... One hundred points.

Her eyes widened at the number, and a heavy weight seemed to fall from her heart.

"Th—thank you, Professor," I replied automatically, trying to fully comprehend what McGonagall had said.

— You're welcome. Everyone, go," she waved her hand at me and continued to look through some notes as if nothing had happened.

One hundred points... Yes, Harry Potter was given the same amount last year for passing the tests! And I got them because I just decided to give the diary to the dean? This can't be happening...

It could only mean one thing. The diary was also a kind of test, where my life was at stake. And I passed it, even if only because of my knowledge about this cross.

So, if I was rewarded, then I shouldn't be killed. At least, I hope so.

***

"Golden?" What do you need?

The two fourth-year Gryffindor students were quite hostile. Of course, I could have messed up all their cards, which is exactly what I was going to do.

It's just a pity that I came here alone: my friends stayed at the club, and I decided to go to the library before dinner, so I ran into such a difficult situation.

"I won't let you do that." You'd better go about your business," I said confidently, ready to draw my wand.

"What's it to you?" Were you going somewhere? Well, go on, don't get in the way. We don't need anything from you, so do me a favor and disappear.

"You'd better be careful what you say." Or do you think that a fanatic is like a duelist? I grinned at him.

— They don't mess with us either. They should have told you.

"I know, I know. I also know that mine will smear yours in case of conflict. So much so that you will be scrubbed all over the castle.

"So what?" Do you think the whole club will go for a sophomore? One of them smiled nastily, but it was noticeable how nervous he was.

—An ordinary sophomore?" I don't think so. For me? Here I would look at the practice. What do you say, let's try? — I took them naked for show. This is how you need to communicate with a similar type: boldly, decisively and caustically.

— Listen, Golden, — the second raised his hands and tried to be more diplomatic than his friend, — you don't even know what we need.

— I managed to eavesdrop, because you're talking all over the floor. So I got the general gist, and I repeat, I won't let you do that," I stood my ground.

— Well, if you know, then why bother? If not us, then others will definitely do it before Halloween. You just don't know about the rules in this case. But we're still from the same faculty.

— And it doesn't change anything. So either you fail, or you cause yourself a lot of problems. And in this case, I will do my best, rest assured.

"You love making enemies, Golden.".. We'll remember that, you can be sure. Come on, Ras," one of them grimaced and dragged his hostile friend away with him.

"Good choice, guys. Good luck, and," I waved my hand at them one last time, although inwardly I was all clenched like a spring.

Oh, how difficult this choice was for me...

- thanks...

—You're welcome," I replied and turned around, continuing to go about my business.

And the words of the fourth-year students did not come out of his mind, thanks to which a disgusting and at the same time ingenious plan matured in his head.

I couldn't just get the idea out of my head. She was too good and too immoral. But the fact is that this immorality was obvious to an ordinary person, which I was once a long time ago. For Kyle Golden, this should probably have been considered the norm.

I needed confirmation of my thoughts. At the very end of classes at the club, I was able to fish out the chairman, Thomas Goodwin from Ravenclaw, and talk to him about my "purely theoretical" idea. And I got a positive response!

Now that I had decided to act, I needed to get what I needed. And I immediately came up with the idea of a favor owed to me by someone who would most likely want to help me bring this idea to life.

—Hi, Olivia," I managed to meet a girl in the Great Hall some five minutes before dinner.

We didn't communicate with her very often, as we were in different clubs, and the difference in courses made itself felt. So it was only now that I noticed that when Olivia wasn't beaten up, wasn't frowning at the punishment, and wasn't too stressed about our survival together, the girl looked amazing.

"Kyle?" Hello," she smiled at me.

It was very pleasant to understand from her reaction alone that the girl does not harbor any grudges against me.

"Can we talk?" A couple of minutes, no more.

"Hmm?" All right, let's go to a corner somewhere... She shot me a look with her eyes.

Was it flirting just now? Oh...

"So what did you want to talk to me about?" Olivia said. All her gestures tried to embarrass me with their piquancy, but I did not give in and controlled myself.

"I remember you saying once that you owed me.".. I drawled.

— Oh, oh, oh, did the brilliant freshman Kyle Golden need something from me? Interesting, interesting... — She chuckled.

"Don't call me that," she still managed to embarrass me, albeit with another weapon—flattery.

— Ha ha. Okay, I won't. Just before you voice your request, I'll be gone from Hogwarts in a couple of weeks.

I rolled my eyes.:

"It won't be?" What do you mean, it won't be? Something happened?

"Don't worry, I'm fine. It's just that I'm going to the Seven Schools Tournament as a participant. You've probably heard, you're a member of the Dueling Club after all.

I've really heard about this tournament, as some of the guys from the club also went there. It was held once every two years between seven schools that were located in countries under the rule of the magical community and was quite similar in words to the Triwizard Tournament from another reality that I knew about.

— So you'll be at another school for the rest of the year? I asked, a little upset.

—Yes, it turns out that way,— Olivia shrugged. — But I'll see how a completely different magical world lives, because Japan is so far away... I'm very interested to know what it's like to study there.

— The main thing is to be careful. As far as I know, there is a high mortality rate in this tournament.

"No more than an ordinary Hogwarts," the girl snorted. — I'll manage somehow.

"I have no doubt about it,— I nodded approvingly. — Well, my request won't take you much time and effort, I promise. Moreover, you might even like her..." I caught up with the intrigue, arousing Olivia's genuine interest.

— And you never cease to amaze me, Kyle Golden. Well, tell me quickly, or dinner will start right now," she said aloud.

— Anyway, listen...