Controlling the Astronomy (1)

Ollivander readily accepted the offer after being tempted by the offer of a hundred thousand Galleons, although he felt it was a pity that he would not be able to boast to the public that the British wizard genius Ivan Hals had begged him to customise his wand.

"By the way, what is this potion?" Ollivander asked curiously, looking at the potion bottle on the table.

He thought he knew a thing or two about Potions, but he couldn't identify the potion Ivan was offering, only that it must be something of great value.

"It's a potion that will keep you alive for a few more years," Ivan said bluntly.

Ollivander's face fell, and he combined this with Ivan's earlier words, and for a moment he thought it was something that would erase his memory and make him forget he had ever made a new wand.

"Don't read too much into it, it literally increases lifespan… you should have heard of it—the Elixir of Life!" Ivan, of course, could see Ollivander's concern, and shook his head in exasperation. Did he seem like the type to burn bridges?

"The Elixir of Immortality that Nicolas Flamel made from the Philosopher's Stone? How do you have it?" Ollivander examined the vial in bewilderment.

"As it happens, you are standing before the disciple of Nicolas Flamel…" Ivan replied with a shrug.

"No wonder you're so skilled in alchemy…" Ollivander nodded in understanding, and his hands moved quickly, quickly tucking the vial away in his sleeve, lest she renege.

Ivan saw Ollivander's antics and was amused. The Elixir of Life was precious, but it was nothing to him.

The reason why he took it out now was partly to win over the English wand master, and partly because he had secretly learned a lot of wand-making skills from Ollivander in the past few days.

… .

Several days passed in the blink of an eye, and after returning from Ollivanders, Ivan was soon immersed in his new wand and new abilities.

The weather across the City also changed with Ivan's mood, with storms and thunderstorms at the drop of a hat, leaving British weather experts baffled.

Before she knew it, August was over, and a few days before school started, Hermione received her usual notice, and Ivan received a letter of employment from Hogwarts.

"Great, I knew you'd make it!" Hermione exclaimed, indicating that she would not have to be separated from Ivan for a year.

Ivan smiled and put the application away, not telling the young witch that his position as professor had actually been decided upon rather than elected.

However, the Granger family congratulated him on his success as a professor.

On 1 September, Ivan packed his bags and accompanied Hermione to Kingdom Cross Station.

Before leaving, Will Granger and his wife said their final goodbyes.

"Be careful on the road, Hermione and Harls. Do you want me to drive you?" Will Granger asked, suddenly remembering that he had left his car at home.

"No, we wizards usually have a quicker way!" said Ivan, turning down Will Granger's offer and taking Hermione's hand.

"We'll be going, then, sir and madam!"

Ivan gently waved his wand, and with a spatial fluctuation, the two of them disappeared from the mansion.

At the same time, in London, two figures appeared in an alley next to Kingdom Cross Station.

"How careless of you, Yvonne, to come so close to the station. What if a Muggle were to pass and see us?" Hermione asked, looking around to make sure no one was around.

"Don't worry, there's no such thing as a coincidence…" Ivan said casually. If worse came to worst, he still had the Confunding Charm and the Memory Charm.

Due to their lateness, there were not many people at the station, and when they arrived at the station, they saw Harry and Ron heading towards Wizard's Station.

"Ivan, Hermione!" Ginny, sharp-eyed, spotted Ivan and the others and waved.

Next to him, George and Fred were bowing and joking. "Good morning, Professor Harls!"

"Be glad you graduated early, or I'm sure Filch would have you arrested this year…" Ivan said with a straight face.

"Yes, what a pity, I'm afraid you'll never get the chance…" Fred laughed.

"But little Ronnie will be in school for another two years. You can go after him!" George encouraged him, sticking his chin out.

Ron immediately glared at the two of them. How could they do this to their brother?

Arthur Weasley stepped forward and patted Ivan on the shoulder. "Impressive, Hals. Congratulations on becoming a professor. I thought they were pulling my leg when I heard the news at the Ministry."

"I have Minister Pearce to thank for giving me this opportunity to prove myself…" Ivan said humbly.

"So should we call you Professor Harls from now on?" Harry asked hesitantly. They had been classmates during the first year of school, and now he had to address her as Professor, which was a bit awkward, even though he had expected it.

"You can call me that in class, but we're still friends in private, right?" Yvonne said with a smile.

As they chatted, Mrs Weasley urged them on. It was getting late and they might not get to the car in time.

At the urging of Mrs Weasley, Yvonne, Harry, Ron and Hermione took the platforms nine and three-quarters each to board the special train to Hogwarts.

As the train chugged on, Yvonne listened to Harry and Ron telling her about the funny things that had happened at the Burrow and the Black family home during their summer holidays.

"Sirius was going to take us to a Quidditch match in England, but the weather has been so bad, it's been raining and there's been a storm for two days, and the whole thing's been cancelled," Harry complained.

Ivan looked out of the window and stared at the thick, dark clouds in the sky, realizing that he had caused a lot of trouble over the past few days while experimenting with his abilities.

"I suppose you're right. It's time for the clouds to disperse!" Ivan said quietly.

The moment Ivan spoke, a ray of morning light pierced through the thick clouds like a sharp sword and fell to the ground. The dark clouds in the sky gradually melted away like snow in early spring…