Neil didn't know what had happened in the Headmaster's office after he had left that night, and to be honest he didn't really care, but the next morning when he received the letter from the Ministry of Magic, he suddenly became curious again—because the letter was so harshly worded that there seemed to be murderous air seeping out between the lines, not like someone who was simply angry that he was awakened from his sleep by an owl at three or four o'clock in the morning.

Dear Mr. Neil Wan,

We are pleased to inform you that your application for a license has been approved after our qualification review.

At the same time, in accordance with the Secrecy Act, the Restriction of Magical Items Act, the Dangerous Biological Control Act, the Aliens Act, the Supplementary Regulations to the Aliens Act, the Regulations on the Administration of the Import and Export of Quasi-Restricted Trade Items, the Regulations on the Administration of Potions, and the Regulations on the Control of the Import and Export of Magical Biological Products, the following requirements are hereby made to you.

1. This permit is only valid on Hogwarts campus, and commercial activities outside of Hogwarts (including Hogsmeade) are considered a violation, and both merchandise and business income must be confiscated. Depending on the severity of the circumstances, you may also be subject to fines, revocations, expulsions, short-term imprisonment or up to deportation.

2. You need to plan and supervise the import and export channels of goods on your own to ensure that they comply with the requirements of the Confidentiality Law, the Hazardous Biological Control Law and the Regulations on the Administration of the Import and Export of Quasi-Restricted Trade Items. We will conduct irregular inspections of the products and channels, and if we find any violations, you will be fined according to the severity of the situation, have your license revoked, be expelled from school, and be sentenced to a short prison term or up to deportation, depending on the severity of the circumstances.

3. You are solely responsible for any costs incurred and the amount will be withdrawn directly from your credit account at Gringotts, please confirm the adequacy of the account balance as soon as you receive the bill. Late payment or omission will be considered a violation. Depending on the severity of the circumstances, you may be subject to fines, revocation of permits, expulsion, short-term imprisonment or up to deportation.

4. According to the Aliens Act and the Supplementary Regulations to the Aliens Act, if you fail to submit evidence of innocence or a settlement agreement within two working days of receiving the complaint, it will be considered a violation of the regulations. Depending on the severity of the circumstances, you may be subject to fines, revocation of permits, expulsion, short-term imprisonment or up to deportation.

5. We reserve the right to interpret the permissions contained in the license, and will notify you as soon as the specific rules change. If you fail to do so within the time limit, you may be fined or revoked from your permit, expelled from school, imprisoned for a short period of time, or up to deportation, depending on the severity of the circumstances.

Finally, once again, I would like to extend my sincere wishes to you and have a great time.

Sincerely

Your sincerest

D. Maximian Leon

Department of Management and Control of Magical Creatures

"I don't understand." Michael handed Neil back the letter, which was a powerful expression of the writer's outrage, and shook his head in disbelief, "What did you do before?" Dumping a whole wagon of dung bombs into their office? ”

"I wish I knew, Mr. Kona." Neil shrugged his shoulders and replied nonchalantly, the helplessness of his words could not hide his perfunctory attitude at all, "I assure you that this matter has nothing to do with me, and even if I do ask for any clue, it is only possible that I underestimate or overestimate the mind of an English gentleman." ”

"What mind? Are the clothes you sell them too small? ”

"No, mind! No...... Damn, you make my words sound like some kind of sexual innuendo! Why can't you Brits find a way to enrich your rhetorical devices before dwelling on such a meaningless thing as a past participle - oh sorry! With a look of disgust, Neil swung his arm as if trying to dispel a thought from his head, and his elbow accidentally hit the face of the man on his left. The skinny boy with thick glasses under a wine bottle didn't even have time to scream, he rolled his eyes and slid limply off his chair like a doll with a broken thread.

Fortunately, the other students were busy discussing the class schedule at the moment, and no one noticed that there was a criminal case going on in the last row of the classroom.

Neil stood up slowly, crept up to the fallen student, helped him back into his chair, made him sit in a position that looked awkward, but not suspicious, and picked up the glasses on the floor and put them back on his nose, so that the image of the student to others was closer to that of a sitting prickly prick, rather than a poor man who had just been violently attacked and was in a coma at the moment.

Michael's eyes widened, apparently frightened by his classmate's injuries — and the perpetrator's overly assertive approach: "Why are you so skilled...... Hey, is that guy still alive? Shouldn't we notify the professor to deal with this? ”

"There's no need for this at all! I have broken countless mandibles in my life, and I can assure you from experience that this unfortunate gentleman was only briefly in a coma due to a sudden blow to the head, and there will be no after-effects. Neil, who was fine-tuning his sitting position, replied without looking back, "I'll apologize when he wakes up, but now, there's no need to ruin the experience of everyone's first magic lesson because of such a trivial matter." ”

Michael was tempted to argue that there was already a person whose course experience had been completely ruined because of you, but Professor McGonagall walked into the classroom just then. Ravenclaws have always understood the principles of self-preservation, and Michael, who did not want to be the focus of the whole school because of being involved in an injury incident in the first class, had to obediently shut up, trying to pretend that there was no abnormality while observing the movement next to him with his peripheral vision.

Minerva McGonagall stood straight on the podium, surveying the classroom back and forth with a falcon-sharp gaze. The freshmen, who had been talking to each other just a moment ago, fell silent as soon as they met her, and bowed their heads in cringe like a prisoner in the courtroom, much to her satisfaction. The accident at the sorting ceremony had made her a little worried about whether this year's freshmen would be too distracted, but now it seems that at least most people understand the importance of discipline.

However, the perpetrator of the accident himself did not seem to feel the weight of the responsibility for disrupting discipline at all, and sat generously in the last row, quietly waiting for himself to speak with a soft, even kind, smile on his face.

Headmaster Dumbledore begged herself not to delve into the "exchange student", which was contrary to her duties as Deputy Headmaster, but in her nearly forty years of teaching, Dumbledore had been a respectable leader and a reliable friend, so McGonagall decided to take the matter more cautiously - not to interfere for the time being, and to observe and judge later.

"Okay, classmates."

She clapped her hands to draw the students' attention.

"I'm sure you heard it at yesterday's welcome ceremony, but I'll repeat it again: welcome to Hogwarts, where you'll learn all about magic and how to use it."

She paused, satisfying to see that no one had a smug expression on it.

"I'm your Transfiguration teacher, you can call me Professor McGonagall, and in the next five years—or seven years, depending on whether your O.W.Ls exam scores meet the requirements of the advanced class—I'm going to share my experience and insights in this subject."

"......" Mielke, who was sitting in the last row, didn't have the heart to listen to what the professor was saying at the moment, and the corner of his eye was glancing over Neil at an increasing frequency to the unlucky guy who had passed out in his chair - his body was gradually tilting to one side at a speed visible to the naked eye!

"Transfiguration is the spell that transforms one object into another. It can animate an inanimate object, or it can turn an otherwise vibrant creature into something of sorts. It's a complicated subject—"

Bang dang!

A loud bang suddenly came from the last row of the classroom, startling everyone, and subconsciously guessing that the suspect McGonagall looked at it with a frown, only to find that she had wronged the good guy. Neil Wan was still sitting upright in his seat, his eyes wandering slightly, and it was the student next to him who had fallen to the ground with the chair.

Seeing the boy's confused look, rubbing his face as if he had just woken up, McGonagall, who had managed to control the atmosphere of the class, suddenly felt a little annoyed.

"Good, I've been working at Hogwarts for over thirty years, but this is the first time I've met a student who slept in the first class of school." She glanced at the roster of students placed on the podium, and said with a grim face, "I will forgive you this time, Mr. Vergail, but a wise man will take this as a warning to himself—now return to your seat." ”

Pollack Ferguel got up from the ground in a daze, as if a clock was ringing wildly in his head, the right half of his face was burning with pain, the professor's reprimand, the laughter of his classmates, everything seemed so far away from him. All he remembered was sitting there waiting for class, and then suddenly it went dark and he didn't know anything after that.

But, like a true Ravenclaw, in the absence of evidence to conclude that he did not really fall asleep suddenly, he did not make any excuses that might have made his position even more disadvantaged, but honestly picked up his chair and sat back, determined that one day he would find out what had happened.

He didn't notice that it was just one place away. Neil Wan and Michael Khna were squeezing their eyebrows at the code.

- I said it wouldn't work this way a long time ago!

- Stop arguing, Mr. Kona! I said I'd go and apologize to this gentleman, let's stop messing around here like two Vladimir and Estragon, okay?

- Who is that...... Wait, why can I understand what you're thinking?

- Okay, don't make a fuss, it's just a simple telepathy. Now, listen up!