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In the spacious Headmaster's office, the melodious voice of Aileen echoed.

As her age and magic gradually increased, especially with the high-frequency use of runic enchantments during this period, the Veela bloodline hidden within Aileen's body was slowly being stimulated. Her voice unconsciously carried a hint of magic.

However, it wasn't particularly noticeable yet. Except when Aileen deliberately tried to bewitch someone, the majority of the effect was, at best, making her voice more pleasant and creating a sense of closeness in those who heard it.

Of course, for Albus Dumbledore, who saw Aileen every day, there wasn't much of a direct feeling.

"Aileen, what are you talking about? What anonymous, pseudonym, what others..."

Dumbledore frowned, unfolding the shop registration certificate in front of him, puzzled.

As expected, it was another large pile of familiar standardized texts, accompanied by various interest rates, deposits, commissions, profit-sharing ratios... Dumbledore's brow furrowed even more, and his brain felt another surge of swelling.

Quickly skipping over that long, tedious clause, and the incomprehensible contract details, following the information revealed in Aileen's words, Dumbledore's gaze quickly moved down, landing on the position of the property owner in that line.

【United States Magical Federal Council Reserve System - Owner -】

Albus Dumbledore's pupils unconsciously widened a bit, and a deep confusion and shock appeared on his face.

"This, this..."

As if not feeling Dumbledore's emotional changes, Aileen stood up on her own, walked to the phoenix's bird stand, and gently stroked the warm, soft, golden-red feathers of this big bird, suddenly talking about seemingly irrelevant things.

"Do you know? Professor Dumbledore, since you said I might have some predator bloodline, I deliberately tried it secretly in many scenarios—it's not difficult, just staring at a creature, imagining eating and cooking—most of the time it succeeded, except for one place it failed..."

Aileen stroked the trembling feathers of the phoenix Fawkes, gently soothing the phoenix's somewhat nervous emotions.

"Human wizards... That's normal, after all, how could a normal person think a cute little girl like me is scary. However, besides that, there is also a seemingly ordinary little animal, which did not show fear because of my gaze."

"And this strange situation, in fact, besides mutation, there is another explanation in the magic world. Based on this speculation, a magical item in the hands of the Weasley twins directly helped me complete the verification process."

"What magical item? Verify what?" Dumbledore looked up, frowning at Aileen.

"They lent it to me temporarily, you can't confiscate it! Otherwise, I'll be upset with you!"

Aileen meaningfully curved the corners of her mouth, looking at Dumbledore seriously.

As she spoke, the girl took out a piece of parchment and placed it in front of Dumbledore. This was a large, square, old parchment, with very worn edges, and there was nothing on it, just like old draft paper.

Then, in Dumbledore's slightly curious eyes, Aileen pulled out her wand and tapped it gently on it.

"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good."

In an instant, fine ink lines like spider webs spread from the place where Aileen's wand tip touched, connecting with each other, crisscrossing, extending to every corner of the parchment, and then green capital letters appeared at the top.

【Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs】
【Purveyors of Aids to Magical Mischief-Makers】
【Are proud to present — The Marauder's Map】

This map depicted all the details of Hogwarts Castle and the grounds, but the most unusual thing was that many small black dots were moving on the map, each labeled with a name in tiny font, clever and interesting naming magic.

A flash of surprise first appeared in Dumbledore's eyes, and then his face sank, and he leaned down to look carefully.

The old wizard's eyes scanned up and down along those familiar streets and corridors, and soon found a black dot in the upper left corner with the name "Otto Apocalypse", gathered together with a pile of familiar and unfamiliar names.

For example, "Gilderoy Lockhart", "Kurt Meyer", "Frank Fischer", "Percy Weasley", "Ron Weasley", "Harry Potter" and... a "hero" that everyone thought was long dead.

Albus Dumbledore subconsciously glanced at the name at the end of the shop document on his right, and murmured.

"...Peter Pettigrew... Why? Why you?"

...

Time, move forward a little bit.

Hogwarts Castle, Gryffindor common room, boys' dormitory.

For most young wizards, the Easter holidays are not as fun as Christmas. Considering that the school year is coming to an end, the professors have left the students with a large pile of homework as holiday gifts.

Given this situation, Aileen also gave the Winged Ones a long vacation, temporarily preparing for the exam with all their strength.

The heavy homework forced the students to spend most of their time staying in the library and common room to complete their assignments, even the first-year students whose courses were slightly easier were no exception. More precisely, the Gryffindor first-year students were generally more pitiful than other older students.

"Phew, Granger is so scary."

"Yeah, yeah, I almost thought I saw mom!"

In the Gryffindor boys' dormitory, Ron and Harry gathered together, discussing in low voices with lingering fear.

Perhaps it was the sequelae of high-pressure study some time ago. After leaving Aileen's extracurricular interest class, Hermione quickly found an effective way to relax and entertain, which was to urge other first-year students to study hard.

And as the "eat, wait, and die salty fish school scumbags" duo, Harry and Ron were naturally the key nagging objects of Hermione, the second boss.

But fortunately, due to the girls' little restraint, Hermione would not chase after them to the boys' dormitory for the time being. Therefore, whenever Ron and Harry planned to be lazy, they took advantage of various reasons to sneak into the dormitory and stay there.

Of course, this rest time usually did not last long, because Percy Weasley, as a prefect, would soon come in to catch people. As a prefect and brother, Percy was very happy to see someone who could help him urge Ron and others to study.

Looking at the clock on the bedside, Ron rubbed his palms and said excitedly.

"There's about half an hour left, how about we play a game of wizard's chess?"

"Okay! Use your new chess set!"

Harry nodded, preparing to bend down and take the wizard's chess placed under the bed.

Just then, the voice of Percy suddenly came to their ears.

"Ahem, everyone, please go out for the time being."

The two turned their heads and saw Percy Weasley standing at the door of the dormitory at some point, driving away the Gryffindor boys who were still staying in the dormitory. Next to Percy was the old wizard "Otto Apocalypse" who was responsible for teaching them Defence Against the Dark Arts.

"By the way, Harry, Ron, you two stay."

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