At night, on the bridge of the Hyperion.

"It's simple, let yourself be that light in the darkness......"

Elena smiled slightly, looked at the flame in the eyes of the girl next to her who was about her size, and whispered.

"In two days, Hogwarts will be back in school. If nothing else, I'll be the least welcome outsider in one of the colleges, but it's not a headache - if you're a light source in the dark, people will naturally flock in your direction...... All you have to do is move on......"

"So, Miss Ivanovich. ”

Elena flipped her wrist nonchalantly, tossing a silver metal badge.

"You now have a choice, take this badge and join the Special Containment Procedures Foundation, become one of the sparks that have gathered around me, and follow in my footsteps to change the world—or—"

Elena stood up, her small body casting a huge shadow on the wall under the light curtain.

......

"Shadow's ...... Shadows?"

Irina came back to her senses and took a deep look at the pale blonde-haired second-year student beside her.

During yesterday's Shadow Prefect Challenge, she noticed that Miss Lifa had been looking at the boy several times, as if she had been expecting him to participate in the audition, but he didn't make any moves until the end of the entire "opening ceremony".

In comparison, the two stout boys behind Draco were even more eye-catching.

"Moonlight Seven, what a good title...... I understand. ”

Irina Ivanovich nodded, looked at the bright red dip in front of her, and replied softly.

"I heard...... At this time last year, there was a team of freshmen at Hogwarts that swept through the houses, and you were one of them, and I wanted to know how to carry on this tradition before my first flying lesson......"

"It's not a complicated thing, as you wish – I'll give you a list by Wednesday. ”

The corners of Draco Malfoy's mouth lifted as he stood up, his fingers tapping on the plate beside the girl.

"And before that, dear Miss Ivanovich, I hope you enjoy the food of Slytherin House. If I want to be the shadow of 'her', just a shadow prefect is far from enough for me to recognize......"

"Thank you for your advice, Mr. Malfoy. ”

Irina took a deep breath, and under the malicious eyes of the senior Slytherin students, she stretched out a silver spoon and scooped up a pinch of bright red chili sauce and put it on the tip of her tongue, chewing it gently without changing her face, as if she was tasting dessert.

As a wizard, it's almost impossible to lose your temper in such a place if you're prepared.

Unlike young wizards like Harry, Ron, and even Draco, Irina, who was born in the Ivanovic family, has been taught by the elder Ivanovich almost from the first time she showed her magical talent - you know, the Kordos Dorez School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is the initiator of the "Golden Cauldron" competition, and it is too simple to taste potions and magic materials.

After a few seconds, Irina put down the spoon, picked up the napkin and wiped her mouth gracefully.

"It tastes good, at least a normal thing, much better than the secretions of the spotted man. In return, I'll give you a little piece of advice, or advice, if you don't want to be fired, then the next time you see me in public, I hope you remember to call me a prefect...... D-Class Investigator, Mr. Malfoy. ”

"In Slytherin, it's a very striking thing to forget about the position and authority of the other person. ”

After Irina finished speaking, she finished her breakfast in two bites, stood up and said goodbye to the senior students around her.

Immediately afterward, the girl led a group of Slytherin freshmen past the Gryffindor table, and said with a smile as she reached out to a red-haired girl who had almost finished breakfast and was looking at her with a wary expression.

"It's almost time, Ginny, let's go to the field outside the castle for training......"

"Hmm-" Ginny Weasley looked at Irina with some wariness and didn't respond.

Beside her, the other Weasley boys also stopped talking almost instantly, frowning, and looking at the little guy in the silver-green Slytherin robe with strange expressions, quietly exchanging glances.

In fact, with Irina's voice, almost the entire Gryffindor and Slytherin houses were a little quieter.

"I remember you, you were-"

Percy Weasley frowned, trying to remember yesterday's Sorting House, and said slowly.

"Irina, Irina Ivanovich, Weasley Prefect. ”

Irina took Percy Weasley's words very naturally and replied with a smile.

"Thanks to Mr. Weasley's help, I was able to get to Hogwarts, and my father and I have always wanted to express our gratitude to your father in person, but we don't have your home address, so I can only ask you to convey it here in a somewhat abrupt way. ”

"Daddy, are you friends with Daddy?" asked Ginny Weasley, curious.

"No, I've just been on a flyable ...... that Mr. Weasley has modified Vehicle. ”

Irina Ivanovich shook her head and said softly as Elena had prompted.

"Transportation?" Percy Weasley was stunned, a look of confusion in his eyes.

"Flying—ah, I see! Isn't it cool!"

At this moment, Fred Weasley stood up with some excitement and said with a look of envy.

"Dad had been reluctant to let me touch George, but we both knew that it was absolutely pretty cool, absolutely pretty awesome - and unfortunately we still haven't been able to get a chance after the summer vacation......"

"Okay, if you don't want to be chopped into pieces by your mother, it's best not to use this brain. ”

George Weasley glanced at his brother, then turned to look at Irina, his eyes becoming kind.

"So, did you really fly over? from where to where, what was it like?"

"This ...... You know where I came from...... As for more, I promised not to say ......"

Irina looked at the red-haired boys who had surrounded her in the middle for a moment, and spread her hands helplessly.

"It's a bit complicated, you know, the Ministry of Magic...... I advise you to write directly to Mr. Weasley, for I don't know what to say and what not to say...... I don't want to get Mr. Weasley in trouble......"

"Understood, understood—"

"Wow—that's so cool—"

The Weasley twins exchanged a look of understanding.

As for what Irina said, they didn't have any doubts - even their mother didn't know the mystery of the old Ford parked in the backyard of the house, which in itself was an insurance.

"That's ......"

Charlie Weasley glanced at his brothers and smiled gently.

Unlike these little ones who were still in school, after graduating from Hogwarts, Charlie Weasley came into contact with all kinds of wizards, and because of the study of dragons, there were not a few pure-blood wizards who dealt with him.

Because of this, he was well aware that most of the wizards in Slytherin House were normal wizards like them.

"Ginny, don't be shy...... Haven't you always wanted to make friends at Hogwarts?"

Charlie Weasley patted his little sister on the head and took the initiative to put Ginny's hand in Irina's hand.

"We're Gryffindor students, and this kind of hesitation is not okay - let's go, you guys go to the venue first, I'll be here later, I remember it seems like our group of older students who returned to school were with you the first week. ”

......

At the end of the auditorium, on the long table in the faculty seats.

"I don't think we have anything to argue about the four colleges taking classes together for the time being-"

Dumbledore tilted his head and glanced at Professors Snape and McGonagall beside him.

As it turned out, Miss Kaslana was not a special case. ”

The old wizard gently pushed the frame of his glasses, and let out a leisurely breath, a smile on his face.

"The kids are much better than we are, times have really changed, and as educators of the school, I think we can start to try to get rid of some of the preconceptions and return Hogwarts to its original intimacy. ”

"You're right......" Professor McGonagall nodded, with some emotion.

"Of course, that's our shadow ......prefect," a smile tugged at the corner of Snape's mouth, and then, under Dumbledore's calm gaze, the conversation changed and continued very naturally, "Gryffindor is not bad, and Hufflepuff is also ......"

"Hmph. Professor McGonagall snorted, not choosing to dismantle the stage at this time.

At the same time, the freshman team not far away moved again.

The golden-red and silver-green robes converged and walked towards the nearby Hufflepuff table.

A little farther away, some of the little wizards in the sky blue robes were turning their heads, watching the flow of people curiously and expectantly, and some of them had already finished their breakfast, standing up nervously, not knowing whether to leave or stay.

At the end of this journey, a little witch with silver-white hair silently cuts the food on her plate.

It's as if everything has nothing to do with her.

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Chapter 2!Mom!!