A Squib is a person who was born into a wizarding family but could not use magic.

Even theoretically, among the descendants of the Squibs, wizards with magical abilities are often born as well.

But in the eyes of most wizards, Squibs are "wizard-born Muggles". In fact, in the wizarding world, Squibs are even more hated than Muggles - expecting a wizard's child to be a Squib is almost the most vicious curse.

The Ministry of Magic does not keep a record of the Squib's birth, nor does it record the Squib's life.

In the past thousand years, no Squib has ever been able to enter a magic school as a student, even if they have a little knowledge of magic because of their parents, they don't have any opportunity to participate.

Due to the general indifference to the situation of Squibs in the magical society, Squibs are equivalent to a special existence in the magical world.

As such, the most common way for most wizarding families to treat Squibs is to send them to a Muggle school as a child, and then "advise" them to integrate thoroughly into Muggle society - and then, never return.

You know, even wizarding families that can accept Muggles and Muggle-borns don't accept the existence of Squibs.

For example, the Weasleys rarely talk about the Squib relative who worked as an accountant in the Muggle world, and some pure-blood families will use all kinds of "accidents" to quietly deal with this "shame" after discovering this "shame" in the family.

But on the other hand, compared to a simple Muggle, Squib is at least barely half of the wizarding world's marginal people.

Whether it's for the British Ministry of Magic, the Hogwarts School Board, or even the parents of the students, it is not inconceivable that the benevolent Albus Dumbledore provides shelter for a group of displaced foreign squibs.

The Ministry of Magic, the International Federation of Wizards, and the ancient pure-blood wizarding families are mostly reconciled and compromised.

For example, if Albus Dumbledore proposed that education in the wizarding world be reformed and that some Squibs be introduced to serve as teaching staff, no one would allow it. But if he advocated opening Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and allowing Muggle students and professors into the castle, they would come and agree to let a handful of Squibs live around the school and help with chores.

In fact, apart from being born into a magical family, rather than a Muggle family, Squibs are also different from Muggles in many ways.

Squibs know a thing about the wizarding world, and they can see things that Muggles can't, such as Dementors, ghosts, and some Squibs can even use certain magical items and magical creatures that can help them.

However, in today's wizarding world, there is still only one way to prove whether someone is a Squib.

That is to check the file to see if a Squib's parents are wizards, so as to determine if he really belongs to the wizarding world and not a Muggle - this is the most crucial part of the entire "Hogwarts House City Plan", which is completely revised!

Therefore, when this group of "special employees" is entered into the file for the first time, it must be impeccable.

Fortunately, due to the impact of the collapse of the Soviet Union, it is not complicated for the Mandate of Heaven to take advantage of the chaos in the dossier of the Russian Ministry of Magic and the Ukrainian Ministry of Magic to add some "deceased wizards".

After all, in the Wizarding War a few decades ago, there were too many wizards who mysteriously disappeared or died in battle.

As for Arthur Weasley, all he needed to do was to take the opportunity of the surprise inspection to find a reasonable reason to ask the British Ministry of Magic's Department of International Magical Cooperation to apply for assistance from the Russian Ministry of Magic, help check the files, and verify the true identities of these "Squibs" from the wizarding world of the former Soviet Union who appeared in Hogwarts.

There is no doubt that from this moment on, they all became "Muggles in the wizarding world" whose father or mother was a wizard.

"Dumbledore was such a nice guy, Squib—tsk, what did Mr. Minister say?"

Old Perkins shook his head noncommittally, a look of disgust on his face, and did not continue the topic of squibs.

Perhaps, only a great and good man like Albus Dumbledore would consider these marginal people, at least in Perkins's personal opinion, the Squib is not a likable existence - you know, in all the cases that the Office for the Prohibition of the Misuse of Muggle Objects has dealt with over the years, the trouble caused by the Squib's reselling of magical items is all too common.

"At the very beginning, Mr. Minister had intended to extradite them all to Russia......"

("Oh, that's so good!") Perkins muttered quietly. ）

Arthur Weasley shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly.

However, due to the request of a new professor who is about to arrive at Hogwarts, the Ministry of Magic has chosen to leave the decision to the school, but the daily expenses of these 'Squibs' will be borne by Hogwarts and the new professor. ”

"Huh? Arriving ...... New professor?

Old Perkins raised his eyes and glanced at the calendar on the table, and said with some astonishment.

"If I'm not mistaken, Arthur, shouldn't Hogwarts be open now?, and with the names of the two new professors already in the newspaper today, there's no squib on the podium, right?"

"No, I heard that it was a, well, a wizard who was once very famous. ”

Mr. Weasley shook his head, his left hand gently stroking the angular badge in his pocket, and whispered.

"As for the subject, it's not a completely new subject, it's also one of the thirteen electives at Hogwarts, but it was forced to close for various reasons, if nothing else, it should be known by next week at the latest. The new professor is supposed to be planning to recruit a disciple in Hogwarts so that his knowledge can be passed on. ”

"As for some more things......"

Glancing at Perkins, who had a curious look on his face, Arthur Weasley shook his head solemnly.

"I'm sorry, Perkins. Mr. Fudge and Professor Dumbledore have specifically told him that this is 'top secret' for the time being, and that the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts will not release it until everything is finalized. ”

"Oh, Arthur...... You know I'm very tight-mouthed, please, tell me......"

"It's really not going to work, but I can give you a little hint. ”

Arthur Weasley cocked his finger, looked around, and whispered mysteriously.

"I've heard that the new professor who came to teach at Hogwarts this time is a wizard whose name appears on Professor Dumbledore's Chocolate Frog card. That's it, don't make me wrong, Perkins, you know the rules of the Ministry. ”

"Name on Dumbledore's card?"

Perkins frowned and thought for a moment, a hint of shock flashing in his eyes.

"......Wait! Gellert Grindelwald?The Dark Lord is looking for a Successor at Hogwarts?!"

"Of course not! What are you thinking! Perkins, you can go to "Singing the Opposite" and submit it!"

Arthur Weasley squirted out a mouthful of water in fright, coughed violently, and said helplessly.

"Ha, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, just kidding......"

Old Perkins grinned, patted Arthur on the shoulder, and laughed.

"If the original Dark Lord could be a professor at Hogwarts Castle, then I guess this world would have fallen a long time ago, and maybe it was not you sitting in front of me at this time, but some secret minion trusted by the Dark Lord. ”

"Forget it, I'll show you directly, so that you don't guess. ”

Arthur Weasley shook his head, opened his office drawer, and pulled out a chocolate frog card.

"No, here you go...... It just so happens that I usually help Ron's kid collect cards......"

Perkins took the card from Mr. Weasley's hand, flipped it over and read the following text:

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"Arthur, you still say it's not Grindelwald, it's not written here—"

Old Perkins said teasingly, his gaze slowly sliding, gradually freezing on the last name.

As a wizard who was nearing the end of his life, Perkins was all too familiar with that name, and he finally understood why the Ministry of Magic and Dumbledore were so cautious and secretive, even if he had a momentary heartbeat.

Nick Lemay, the owner of the only remaining Philosopher's Stone in the wizarding world.

At the same time, he is also the only alchemist in the wizarding world who knows how to make the elixir of life.

"Arthur, you just said that Nick Lemay be planning to pick a disciple from the school?"

Old Perkins looked at the text on the back of the chocolate frog, and after a long silence, he raised his head with envy.

"Sure enough, sure enough! That's right! No wonder Hogwarts is recalling a batch of outstanding graduates this year, so it makes sense, if I'm not mistaken, all seven of your children are in Hogwarts this year, right?"

"Huh, so ...... said."

Arthur Weasley was slightly stunned, subconsciously turned his head, and looked at his desk, which was already full of intake baskets, and in the only neat small area next to the desk, there was a family photo of the family.

Percy, Fred, George, Ron, their youngest daughter, Ginny, who just entered school this year, and the two brothers Bill and Charlie, who were invited back to school by Hogwarts......

Before he knew it, all his children were on the ship that was about to set sail for a new era.

Arthur Weasley thoughtfully stroked the family members in the frame, his eyes flickering.

Are these things in your plans?

......

Paris, France.

A hidden magical safe house somewhere.

Nick Lemay, who had just passed his 666th birthday, sat at the door of his alchemy studio, perusing the letter from Hogwarts in his hand, and occasionally moving his gaze to the door, as if waiting for a friend to visit.

Jingle Bell –

As the doorbell rang, the door opened softly not far away.

"Scamander? Of course, of course, I should have thought you would come, I've been waiting for you for a long time. ”

Nicol Lemay turned his head and glanced at the gray-haired wizard at the door, a rare smile on his wrinkled old face, as a remnant of this era, his remaining wizard friends were simply a handful.

Albus Dumbledore counts as one, while Newt Scamander barely counts half.

As for the reason why the "young wizard" was here, Nick Lemay could almost guess it in his heart, he sighed lightly, put down the letter in his hand that he had read several times, and gently snapped his fingers to summon the tea set.

"Tea, coffee, white water, or whiskey?"

"Perhaps...... Whiskey bar—"

Newt Scamander closed the door and walked in briskly, taking a deep look at Nick Lemay.

For the first time since he'd known Lemay for so many years, Newt had felt something different from Nick Lemay, and the time that had been frozen in the alchemist seemed to be flowing again, which wasn't good news.

After a few seconds of hesitation, Newt collected his emotions and asked cautiously.

"Not long ago, I heard Professor Dumbledore say that the Philosopher's Stone ......"

"Yes, the Philosopher's Stone has been destroyed, but we still have some elixir here, enough for me and Pelenal to take care of some things. After such a long day, we were finally able to go to bed. Of course, all this is premised on ...... There's nothing unplanned about this—"

Nick Lemay tapped the edge of the envelope on the table with a crisp metallic sound.

Beneath the parchment envelope from Hogwarts, a strangely shaped metal badge with a shimmering dark silver lay silently, less than half of which was now visible due to the obscuration of the long letterhead.

However, both men in the room knew what was on the metal badge under the letterhead - [O5-1]

[Codename: Magician]

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