“Sorry, Professor, I will definitely pay attention next time—”

With a nimble leap, Erina hopped off the bench, drew her wand, lightly brushed it behind her, and softly chanted.

“*Ventus Purgatio*.” (Whirlwind Cleanse - a possible translation, but you could leave it in Latin if preferred).

An invisible whirlwind accompanied the girl's voice as it swept across the Ravenclaw table.

It traveled down the Ravenclaw table, eventually dissipating near the arched entrance at the end of the Great Hall. The sudden updraft not only blew away dust but also elicited a series of squeals from the Ravenclaw girls.

Looking up at the girls frantically holding down their skirts, Professor Flitwick reluctantly averted his gaze. As a half-goblin wizard, even if the skirts hadn’t been blown too high, his vantage point was enough to see some cute patterns.

Indeed, regardless of the era, vengeful witches are the most troublesome.

Compared to Rowena Ravenclaw from thousands of years ago, Miss Kaslana surpassed her in terms of talent, grudge-holding, troublemaking, and personal background – and the most crucial thing was that, in present-day Hogwarts, there seemed to be no peers who could effectively keep an eye on this witch, like the three founders of old.

Hopefully… the other children can grow faster?

Filius Flitwick sighed silently in his heart. For the first time ever, as the head of Ravenclaw, he was praying that other houses would produce some geniuses, and they would have to be the type that surpassed the four founders.

“Uh, I think… the chairs are quite clean now.”

Professor Flitwick, looking at Erina still manipulating the wind, added with some weariness.

“Also, Miss Kaslana, it's best not to wave your wand around in the Great Hall so casually – with your magical control, you can completely focus that energy on something more meaningful.”

“Okay, Professor. I will pay attention next time.”

Erina stuck out her tongue and nodded obediently, quickly stowing her wand.

Her obedient, cute, and playful demeanor was completely different from the unrestrained witch she had been just seconds before.

Although Filius Flitwick was short, Erina did not disrespect him because of it.

In fact, if she ignored the bonus points from her memories of a past life and judged solely based on the past year of school life, Filius Flitwick was probably the Hogwarts professor Erina liked the most.

Perhaps because they were both half-blood wizards, Professor Flitwick provided some extra care for this half-Veela girl in his Charms class, daily life, and in many ways he could. Furthermore, compared to ordinary human wizard children of the same age, Erina's talent in Charms was indeed too dazzling.

The small treats Professor Flitwick gave out as rewards in class almost all ended up in Erina's hands.

“That’s good. Students should get along well…”

Looking at the half-Veela who had switched to "model student" mode, Filius Flitwick smiled and shook his head.

Considering the capriciousness of the girl's magical bloodline, being this obedient and well-behaved was already quite remarkable, even if… it was just an act.

“I’ll be distributing the new class assignments to the prefects later! And the new schedules, of course! This is an opportunity to make new friends, and the upcoming courses will be quite interesting… I hope everyone can get along harmoniously and quickly familiarize themselves with the new Hogwarts teaching model… and of course, especially seize this opportunity…”

He smiled happily at the students and continued towards the staff table, casually waving his right hand as he passed the anxiously waiting Marietta Edgecombe, easily removing the Silencing Charm.

Goblin blood is no weaker than Veela blood, and in terms of charms, it is even slightly stronger.

“Just you wait, Erina Kaslana, you’ll regret this—”

Marietta glanced at Professor Flitwick's receding figure and hissed in a low voice towards Erina.

Undoubtedly, that bastard white-haired girl said something to the professor, causing many Hogwarts professors to show obvious favoritism when dealing with Erina – was the focus of that incident really about stepping on a chair?!

However, Marietta Edgecombe didn't believe that all the professors would be like that.

She decided to write home later to seek help from her mother…

“*Obscuro*!” (Blindfold - you could also leave this in Latin)

Erina casually waved her right hand, as if swatting away an annoying mosquito.

“If you continue to bother me,” Erina said calmly, “next time you'll lose more than just your voice.”

You know, Professor Flitwick only told her not to wave her wand around in the Great Hall.

From any perspective, wandless magic was clearly not within that restriction. As a witch determined to establish a witch image in Ravenclaw, she wouldn't allow some little brats to take an inch when given a foot.

As Filius Flitwick walked further and further away, the courage in Ravenclaw slowly dissipated.

Under such almost blatant favoritism, most of the young wizards wisely chose to give up resisting.

Anyway, they had already slept in the corridors for most of the past year. Now that Danilova the "small key" had joined, they could return to their beds at least five days a week. If they continued to question and provoke Erina, aside from the possibility that this volatile little imp witch might change her mind, the most crucial thing was –

Unlike the ordinary students at Hogwarts who had some reservations, Erina Kaslana didn't care about any "martial virtues."

As a lower-year student and a girl, Erina showed no mercy when she took action.

Or, more accurately, when facing those older Ravenclaw students who were taller and bigger than her, Erina might even be more ruthless – in last year's Quidditch matches and Defense Against the Dark Arts practice sessions, the ones who cried the loudest were those little princesses who were usually admired and pursued by many boys in the Hogwarts campus.

Except for a very few hotheads, the majority of the girls chose to sit far away from Erina, pretending to be calm and changing the subject with their best friends, no longer paying attention to the witch who exuded a dangerous aura.

“How was it? Was my performance just now A to the max?”

Erina sat back down next to Luna, excitedly nudging the girl's shoulder, and asked softly and smugly.

She had finally revealed her true nature a little. If the circumstances allowed, she would have even asked Luna to help her record a video as a valuable documentary of the Third Generation Dark Lord challenging all of Ravenclaw single-handedly.

“Heh…cough, uh-huh, uh-huh, so amazing…”

Luna Lovegood looked at the white-haired ball of fluff beside her, nodded helplessly, and responded casually, unable to stop herself from yawning again – if she had known that Danilova had so much stamina, she shouldn't have been so silly as to stand in front of that girl last night. She should have simply given up resisting and let Erina torment her, which might have been faster.

You know, to protect that "small key," Luna felt like she was completely drained.

The only thing Luna Lovegood was looking forward to now was for breakfast to start soon – so she could order a steaming cup of cocoa milk for herself and replenish the energy and stamina she had exhausted during last night's "battle."

…………

The conflict that occurred in Ravenclaw didn't spread too far.

At least for the young wizards in the other three houses, whether it was the Eagle Ring conspiracy or any bets or threats, it was too far away from them. No one cared whether the floor outside the Ravenclaw door was comfortable to sleep on.

Not to mention, in the eyes of many students, Erina's dominance was not surprising at all.

As the students gradually arrived in the Great Hall, Dumbledore announced the start of breakfast as usual.

Amidst the fragrant breakfast, those small frictions that occurred by the Ravenclaw table were like the thin morning mist outside Hogwarts Castle, silently disappearing into the sound of cutlery and plates clashing.

The ceiling of the Great Hall was a brilliant blue, with a few wisps of faint clouds floating by, like the sky outside the tall, mullioned windows, as if foreshadowing that something was about to happen.

At the Gryffindor table, the students were drinking porridge, eating fried eggs, mashed potatoes, and ham, while anxiously discussing the upcoming class assignments and unfamiliar new curriculum standards.

"What if I'm not in the same class as you during the class assignments later!" Neville Longbottom looked very distressed, he said, "I mean, that's a strong possibility... you know... someone will always be assigned to another class. Maybe they'll divide us into two groups based on grades?"

"I think so too, that's probably it."

Hermione yawned as she spread a thick layer of strawberry jam on her toast. "Although Professor Dumbledore said yesterday that the class assignments would be random, he also mentioned that there would be conditional combinations. Theoretically, that's the most efficient way. Anyway, I have a feeling that Erina and I will most likely be together."

"A feeling? Hermione, that doesn't sound like you."

Harry frowned and poked at the mound of mashed potatoes in front of him. "It's best not to assign classes based on grades, otherwise I feel like I probably won't see you... if you remove the extra credit, my grades last semester were really..."

"Don't worry, Harry, you're the Potions Prince—"

Ron pursed his lips, distractedly stirring the fried potato wedges in the ketchup.

"Although you might be slightly less noticeable compared to Big Sister and Hermione, judging from the end-of-year grades, you're at least stronger than Malfoy next door. If even you don't make it to the front row, then I'll definitely be in the same class as you."

"I'm also a little worried, Grandma definitely wants me to be assigned to the same class as Big Sister—"

Neville Longbottom also sighed.

Ever since his grandmother came to Hogwarts last year, his already strict grandmother had become even stricter than before.

Especially when the "summer homework" assigned by Big Sister was sent home, Neville Longbottom's life at home was even worse than at school. After all, at Hogwarts, no one would be staring at him all day to do his homework.

If he was unfortunately assigned to a different class than Hermione and Big Sister in the next class assignments, then…

Thinking about the terrible scene he might encounter when he went home for Christmas, Neville couldn't help but shiver.

"Hey, what are you guys worrying about? Seriously, aren't your grades pretty good?!"

At this moment, Dean Thomas finally couldn't help it and tapped his plate with his fork somewhat unhappily.

"You guys are at least in the top three. Even if it's split in half, apart from Ron's anxiety being understandable, are the rest of you bragging? If your grades are considered bad, then what are Seamus and I? Trolls? Besides, it's not even certain that classes will be assigned based on grades. I think it should be random or based on surnames—"

"Dean, you're right, but there's one thing…"

Ron sighed helplessly and nodded towards the long table not far away.

"Although there are only eight second-year students in Gryffindor, there are more than just us in the entire second year of Hogwarts. If it really is like Hermione said and grades are taken into consideration, I'm not confident that I'll be in the top group in the whole school—don't forget, there are quite a few talented people in Ravenclaw, not to mention Slytherin and Hufflepuff. Don't you think so?"

If Ron guessed correctly, academic performance would definitely be an important reference point.

Big Sister Erina wasn't an ordinary student. As a Potions assistant, Hogwarts head chef, and Four Houses ambassador, she must have heard some news about the class assignments. This was evident from the pile of homework during the holidays.

And as Erina's closest confidante, the credibility of the news coming from Hermione's mouth was naturally quite high.

Harry and Hermione did not answer. This question did not need to be answered.

In fact, unlike the other classmates, Hermione and Harry were very clear that, in the upcoming class assignments, no matter what kind of distribution method was used, they would definitely be assigned to the same class as Erina Kaslana.

It's just that the way the two of them obtained the inside information was not exactly the same.

For Hermione, she was very clear about Erina Kaslana's evil status in the new curriculum standards.

As for Harry…

The young "Boy Who Lived" silently swallowed the fried egg in his mouth and hesitantly touched the backpack beside him. Inside it lay a tattered second-year Hogwarts Potions textbook that seemed to have been through many years.

"Can I really win against Erina and Hermione in Potions class…?"

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*Gu ya!* I'm a little sick today, a slight fever ~ barely maintained 4000 words ~

I couldn't finish writing this section in one go, sorry *gu* ~