The Book of Hieroglyphs (2 in 4000)

"I can't believe you kept this from me for so long!" Seamus exclaimed. "Tell me what happened that day!"

"Tomorrow. I'll tell you tomorrow. Or you can go to Harry and Ron. They know." Seeing Seamus's excitement, Ivan shook his head.

He should not have said so. He had important things to do tonight.

Because of the previous conflict, Seamus was too ashamed to confront Harry again, so he pestered Ivan relentlessly.

Ron, who had finished guiding the new students, came through the door and saved Yvonne.

After all, Ron was a great storyteller…

After escaping Seamus's clutches, Yvonne went to her bed and unpacked her suitcase, then leaned against the headboard and opened the Marauder's Map.

"I solemnly swear I did no good!"

Ivan tapped his wand, and fine lines of ink appeared on the blank parchment, gradually outlining the castle.

"Yes, Dumbledore's in the office." Ivan searched the Marauder's Map and quickly located Dumbledore. He immediately jumped out of bed and went to the Headmaster's office to ask about the location of the Hogwarts Mana Storage Room.

The lack of magic was his greatest weakness at the moment. If he could solve it, he would no longer have to hide when he saw Voldemort again. He could rely on his Bloodline Magic to fight him head-on…

With that kind of power, and the help of the Regulators in Knockturn Alley, they could kick the Ministry over.

As Ivan thought this, Dumbledore's name flashed on the Marauder's Map and disappeared.

Ivan, who had almost reached the door, was forced to stop and scan the Marauder's Map, but Dumbledore's name was nowhere to be seen.

If the name is not deliberately concealed by magic, as was the case in the previous school year, it is clear that Dumbledore left the school through the Phoenix.

"Gone out? In the middle of the night? What's so urgent?" Yvonne raised her eyebrows, wondering.

During the Welcoming Ceremony, Dumbledore was unusually late, and he did not stop for a moment after the feast, as if he was rushing to do something.

This did not sit well with Ivan, and Dumbledore seemed a little too well for his liking.

If not for the fact that the other party was still using his left hand when casting the spell, and that he had seen Dumbledore's name on the Marauder's Map, he would have suspected that it was Dumbledore himself.

"Forget it, I'll ask him tomorrow. A day or two won't make a difference." Ivan held the Marauder's Map for a long time, but Dumbledore did not return, so she gave up on the idea of asking about the magical storage room for the time being, and instead took out the two books given to her by Nicolas Flamel.

… .

Early the next morning.

Ivan got out of bed, yawned, washed up, and left the room with Harry and Ron.

When they arrived at the lounge, they found Hermione angrily tearing a piece of parchment off the noticeboard.

"What does it say, Hermione?" Yvonne asked, stepping forward curiously.

"Take a look for yourself," Hermione said, holding out the parchment.

At first, Ivan thought Umbridge was up to something, but when he looked at it, he realised that it was an advertisement for Weasleys' Joke Shop, advertising their new product this year, and openly recruiting experimenters and employees at the end…

"The Skiving Snackboxes, the Quibbler, the Decoy Bomb, and even the Portable Marshes… How could they sell these, they're horrible! They didn't have the nerve last year, because Percy would have stopped them!"

Trembling with anger, Hermione thought that George and Fred must have thought they would go easy on Ron and her prefects this year, so they stuck the advertisement on the noticeboard in the lounge.

"God, Hermione, don't tell me you want to be the next Percy, that's horrible!" Ron didn't think it was such a big deal to put up an advertisement, but was shocked by Hermione's words.

He thought about Hermione's haughty manner of commanding people around with a copy of How a Prefect Gets Power all day long.

"Of course I don't want to be Percy…" Hermione snapped, rolling her eyes. "But they should know that fifth years have to take their O.W.L. exams this year, and seventh years have to take their N.E.W.T. Certificates. They don't have time for fun!"

"You'll help me, won't you? Yvonne…" Hermione begged, turning to Yvonne, knowing full well that she could not hold back George and Fred.

"Okay, I'll talk to them sometime and get them to tone it down a bit." Ivan nodded in agreement.

This was because he saw a love potion called "Magical Witch" in the list of products. Selling this mind-altering potion was a little too much and could easily cause trouble.

Not to mention the fact that Umbridge was preparing to go all out to clean up Hogwarts this year, and it would not be a good time to get too jumpy.

"A little restraint?" Hermione pursed her lips unhappily.

"Well, don't worry about it so much, let's get to dinner…" This time, Ivan didn't give in. He threw the advertisement aside, kissed Hermione on the cheek abruptly, and, before she could react, took her hand and led her to the Great Hall.