The next morning, as Danilova, Hermione, and Nana Nana entered the Great Hall for breakfast, they immediately spotted Nicolas Flamel.

The old man looked somewhat haggard, as if he hadn't rested particularly well. However, he didn't project the same cold and distant aura as yesterday. He seemed to be telling a large group of Ravenclaw students an old and interesting story.

When Aileen and the others approached, Nicolas Flamel subconsciously paused and looked over.

He had once again deeply experienced just how troublesome this little Hogwarts witch could be yesterday.

Even if the question had been slightly different, Nicolas Flamel could have used his vast experience and strength to answer it.

After all, in Nicolas Flamel's initial vision, this was nothing more than a typical alchemical exchange. Although it was slightly offensive from Hogwarts' perspective, it was ultimately a cross-temporal dialogue between two eras of alchemy.

The only thing he hadn't anticipated was that when he arrived at the Eagle Door, he had guessed the process but not the result.

This was indeed a dialogue between two alchemical eras, but it wasn't between Rowena Ravenclaw and Nicolas Flamel.

Magical civilization and non-magical civilization, alchemical intelligence and electronic computers... He could forcibly break through or even tamper with the Eagle Door's perception with his magical power, but he couldn't use existing alchemy to arrive at an answer to that question.

Perhaps Aileen was slightly immature in the face of ancient magical knowledge, but she was a natural witch when it came to poking at sore spots.

No wonder she was a monster who could be regarded as a successor by both Grindelwald and Dumbledore?

"Oh, never mind her, Professor," noticing Nicolas Flamel's pause, the Ravenclaw girls followed the old wizard's gaze and unanimously raised their eyebrows, sniffing disdainfully, whispering.

"She doesn't even count as a Ravenclaw, just a troublemaker who got in through the back door..."

"Ha—Good morning, Professor Flamel. Hogwarts' nightlife is quite interesting, isn't it?"

Aileen opened her mouth and yawned adorably, having had a bit too much fun yesterday.

"If you're a little confused, perhaps you can take a walk around the [Academy City] next to the school. This world isn't just about right and wrong, true and false, victory and defeat. Magical civilization should have its own algorithm... At least, that's what I think."

Undoubtedly, the information age would soon become the next wave sweeping human civilization.

Due to the collapse of the former Soviet Union, and limited by factors such as materials, energy consumption, and dot matrix arrangements, only binary computers existed in the timeline of Aileen's former life. But this did not mean it was entirely correct.

With the blessing of magic, she could complete the more luxurious and crazy technological innovation that the former Soviet Union had failed to achieve.

The advantage of foresight is not about repeating trajectories, but more importantly, gaining an extra chance at a different world line.

The only regret was that Aileen wasn't some genius girl with a system.

Even if she knew that the e-base computer was the theoretical optimum, even if she knew that magic had a chance to solve the problems of ternary computers in the non-magical world, she was still just a black-hearted capitalist with no advantages other than making money and cuddling.

And as the largest capitalist in the magical world today, the only things Aileen could do were naturally these two.

Pouring money without regard to cost, and... using various resources to maximize the exploitation of the geniuses of this era and even the previous era—the rest about magic, about academics, was for Nicolas Flamel, Dumbledore, Grindelwald, so many outstanding wizards, and those hundreds of former Soviet experts to worry about.

She was just an ordinary client who wanted to see a ternary magical computer.

"A new algorithm, the magical world itself..." Nicolas Flamel's eyebrows twitched slightly.

"That's right, based on the Bronze Eagle Ring, just take a half step forward, and it's done."

Aileen pointed with her thumb and forefinger, nodding seriously.

"Lady Ravenclaw created the Bronze Eagle Ring not just to add a door lock to our house's common room. I think she saw the limitations of the times, so she tried to leave some traces and guidance for the future..."

It had to be admitted that it was always pleasant to talk to smart people.

As the first creator of the Philosopher's Stone, Nicolas Flamel was undoubtedly a once-in-a-millennium alchemical genius in the magical world. That was why Aileen dared to stimulate him with the Eagle Ring question.

If Nicolas Flamel really still maintained that original childlike heart, he would forgive and understand her intentions.

But, unfortunately...

Facts had proven that not everyone was so patient and wise.

"Don't use 'we', Kaslana! Did you go back to your Hufflepuff to sleep again last night?"

Before Nicolas Flamel could speak, Aileen suddenly heard a somewhat ear-piercing voice.

Huh?

Aileen raised her eyebrows slightly, turning her head in confusion.

She saw an unfamiliar Ravenclaw girl with reddish-golden curly hair looking at her with an unfriendly expression. Beside this girl were many Ravenclaw students with the same expression—mostly girls.

Since Aileen appeared at the table, that awful feeling resurfaced in the hearts of many students.

She was like a suffocating cloud, blocking most of the light, instantly dimming everyone.

Not to mention that before this, Professor Nicolas Flamel had never communicated with students in such a humble tone. The most direct change was that with Aileen's appearance, the professor's attention, which had been engaged with everyone, suddenly shifted entirely to her.

Ah—this almost overflowing jealousy, it's so nostalgic...

Aileen narrowed her eyes slightly, she was no stranger to this kind of expression.

Whether in her previous life or this one, she had always been the focus of envy and hatred. However, compared to her previous life, these Hogwarts students clearly had lower standards and patience. At least, in her opinion, this wasn't a smart choice.

Aileen smiled slightly, asking calmly,

"I'm sorry, who are you?"

"Marietta Edgecombe, a third-year Ravenclaw student. We met on the Quidditch pitch last year—"

"Eh? I'm sorry, if I remember correctly... you forfeited in the playoffs, didn't you?"

Aileen blinked her eyes, answering innocently, "As for earlier things, I can't remember... mainly because the game ended too quickly, I didn't have time to remember names—so, which position do you play this year?"

"I, I don't play Quidditch anymore—"

Facing those cold, lake-blue eyes directly, Marietta Edgecombe's face suddenly turned pale.

Since that hellish knockdown match, almost all the Ravenclaw players had submitted their resignations, so much so that if this year's Ravenclaw team couldn't find enough members among the freshmen, there might even be the first-ever absence in history.

And the one who caused all this was the small, silvery-white demon in front of her.

"Of course, Miss Kaslana wouldn't remember my name. The Ravenclaw team is ruined, are you very proud of yourself?!"

Then, she looked around, as if regaining her courage, and sneered somewhat nervously.

"If you disdain joining our house, then don't wear Ravenclaw robes. Wouldn't it be better to go back to your basement and stay at a table with your friends? What are you doing back here now? Did you come specifically to mock us? We've all heard, you don't know how you managed to coax Professor Apokari into adopting you, and now you're probably even more lawless, right?"

"Marietta, don't be like this... be careful of her..."

Next to the girl, Cho Chang gently tugged at her sleeve.

"This is Hogwarts, can she attack in the Great Hall?! And she also abducted..."

Having slept in the corridor for a night, Marietta had accumulated a bellyful of resentment with nowhere to vent.

Especially when she saw that freshman timidly hiding behind Aileen, that jealousy and anger couldn't help but surge up a bit more. If this freshman had been there last night, perhaps...

"Quiet—"

Aileen frowned slightly, casually glancing over the girl in front of her.

Marietta Edgecombe, one of the few named Ravenclaw girls in the original story, Aileen naturally had some impression, but not a good one—as the most unpopular informer, she had betrayed her best friend badly.

However, as the head of Hogwarts, she didn't plan to lower herself to the level of a shrew to argue and fight.

"Dear Professor, leave this to me for now."

Aileen smiled and turned her head, nodding towards Nicolas Flamel, "You should probably go back to the faculty table. About the ternary and the algorithm, you might need to discuss it with Professor Dumbledore as soon as possible."

"But..." Nicolas Flamel looked around at the increasingly strange atmosphere, saying somewhat uneasily.

However, after hesitating for a few seconds, the old wizard shrugged helplessly, wisely standing up and walking towards the faculty table not far away—one of his secrets to longevity as a six hundred and sixty-six-year-old man was to try not to directly engage in disputes with those dangerous dark lords... especially when it had nothing to do with him.

Besides, on the other hand, the conflicts between the young wizards should be resolved by the children themselves.

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Watching Nicolas Flamel's figure gradually leave, Aileen raised her eyebrows in satisfaction.

As expected of the longest-lived French wizard in the magical world today, if the old man had stayed here, she would have been in a bit of a pickle.

"I didn't want to say this originally, but since you brought it up..."

Aileen's gaze swept over the Ravenclaw table one by one, noticing the commotion here. Many Ravenclaw students turned their heads to look curiously, covering their mouths and whispering, listening intently to their conversation.

"Why didn't I return to the Ravenclaw common room yesterday? Because I didn't want to sleep on the floor with fools like you."

"Aileen, don't go too far. If you're really that smart, then why don't you..."

Marietta Edgecombe's face turned pale, struggling to restrain the urge to draw her wand and cast a curse—she had long heard of this silver-haired devil's combat power, and she wouldn't give Aileen a chance to attack—gritting her teeth and retorting.

"Because... setting the questions yourself and solving them yourself, isn't that boring?"

"...to solve the question of the Bronze Eagle Ring—wait, what did you just say?"

Marietta finished her sentence subconsciously, then suddenly froze, looking at Aileen in disbelief.

At the same time, Cho Chang, who had originally intended to smooth things over, and the expressions of a group of older Ravenclaw students watching the excitement also solidified, and an invisible chill instantly permeated the Ravenclaw long table.

As if a plague was spreading, the sounds of conversation at the Ravenclaw long table slowly died down.

"Aileen, you just... you just..."

The new president of the student council, "Miss Peach," chest heaving violently, carefully chose her words and said softly.

"This is no joke, this isn't to show off personal glory, you'd better—"

For a whole year, starting last year, they, Ravenclaw House, had been searching for the mastermind behind the scenes, the one who made them spend countless nights in the corridors, the one who made everyone grind their teeth, the bad guy whose existence was uncertain.

Then, just when everyone was starting to gradually accept the "neurotic" Eagle Ring, suddenly...

"The Bronze Eagle Ring, I'm responsible for maintaining the question bank, is that clear enough?"

Aileen raised a finger, revealing a devilish smile, and said softly.

"More precisely, it's been like this since last year—Rowena Ravenclaw's Bronze Eagle Ring recognized me, which is why the professors chose to let me join Ravenclaw House this semester. On the other hand, just as Professor Flitwick wouldn't open the door for everyone, according to Ravenclaw tradition, I, as the question setter, shouldn't..."

"You're not a Ravenclaw at all!" Marietta Edgecombe said coldly.

"Of course, I'm Aileen Kaslana, a student of Hogwarts."

Aileen shook her finger nonchalantly, her gaze sliding over those pale faces, smiling and saying.

"As for everyone here, I'm sorry, but in my opinion, you don't seem to be real Ravenclaws either—do you think that kind of small trick of taking turns on duty last semester is a manifestation of wisdom?"

"Wasn't that because of the questions you gave the Eagle Ring—"

"I see, so you think the questions are too difficult, right?"

Aileen clapped her hands rather happily, glancing meaningfully at the little wizards in front of her and saying softly.

"It looks like we can finally return to the original starting point: Answer the Eagle Ring's question, anyone can enter the Ravenclaw common room, is there anything wrong with this rule? Sleep in the corridor if you can't answer, that's the Ravenclaw tradition."

"Those questions are impossible to solve! You monster!"

Roger Davies slammed the table hard and walked quickly to Aileen.

Having arrived slightly late, he hadn't heard all the conversation, but after being relayed by the surrounding students, the former Ravenclaw Quidditch captain had obviously understood the source of all the Ravenclaw's suffering last year.

"You're a witch! Aileen Kaslana, I warn you, you'd better—"

Roger Davies looked down at Aileen, pointing his finger in the air at Aileen's forehead, saying fiercely.

"Get out of Ravenclaw House! Before I lose my temper, otherwise—"

"Otherwise? So... you're planning to attack?"

Aileen raised her head, revealing a gentle, adorable smile.

"Dear Mr. Fool, are you planning to initiate a wizarding duel with me? Or are you planning to sneak attack, poison... If you have enough awareness, I'm happy to help you say goodbye to this terrible world."

When his gaze met Aileen's teasing eyes, Roger Davies felt as if he had been doused with a bucket of cold water.

He would die!

If he agreed—he would definitely die!

As a little wizard who had fortunately reached the final level of the "Dark Arts Defense Practical Test" last semester, Roger Davies knew very well how terrifying Aileen Kaslana was. Her combat power wasn't that of a normal human wizard at all.

Not to mention, even without magical power, Aileen's brute force alone was enough to slaughter the entire Quidditch field.

"By the way, please don't misunderstand, I'm not targeting you..."

Looking at the former Ravenclaw captain's ashen face, Aileen smiled slightly, stepped onto the bench, and cleared her throat.

"I'm saying that everyone here is a fool—at least compared to me, for now. Of course, you can challenge me to a duel at any time, or try to answer the questions I leave every day, at least first be able to go back to the common room to sleep, until one day you can replace me and become the next question setter for the Bronze Eagle Ring."

Aileen's gaze slowly swept over the silent Ravenclaw long table, a hint of disappointment flashing past, and she shook her head.

Compared to the other houses that had begun to awaken, Ravenclaw House had too many historical legacies.

Those seekers of knowledge who once yearned for wisdom, sharpness, and were full of enterprise, had unknowingly had all their sharp edges smoothed out by the years, leaving only a group of docile quails, not even a single resister could stand up.

Unlike Hufflepuff, Slytherin, and Gryffindor, Ravenclaw didn't need a leader.

It was difficult for "smart people" to sincerely submit to the power of someone in a higher position. Therefore, Aileen planned to act naturally, playing the role of a complete demon, trying to force the entire Ravenclaw House to unite and resist her tyranny.

However, judging from the current situation, it seemed...

She might have overestimated the courage of these underage little wizards.

Aileen sighed helplessly—there was no choice, she could only execute pLAnB.

"As for the questions being too difficult? I really didn't expect that you wouldn't even be as good as a first-year like Danilova. Well, I'll be merciful and give you a little help, and temporarily return little Dani to you..."

The girl glanced at those little witches who dared to be angry but dared not speak, and gently patted the little witch beside her on the butt.

Caught off guard, Danilova, who had been trembling and hiding behind Aileen, was suddenly pushed out.

"Eh? Eh, eh—"

"The Bronze Eagle Ring's questions aren't unsolvable, at least Danilova can solve them. But, that can only mean that she's qualified to enter the Ravenclaw common room, not you guys who reap the rewards without sowing. So..."

The corners of Aileen's mouth raised slightly, gently pushing Danilova towards the student council president with the detestable 45-degree angle of sin.

"Now let's play an interesting game. From Monday to Friday, Danilova will stay in the Ravenclaw common room to help you answer questions. In addition, the weekend questions will also be based on the content of these five days."

"As for the weekends, I'll grab this 'little key'—to carry out... punishment. Until, you can clear the level alone."

Along with Aileen's voice, "Miss Peach" felt the little one next to her tremble suddenly.

"I, I'm sorry... I just wanted to help everyone, I won't in the future..."

Danilova's voice faintly carried a trace of trembling and hoarseness, obviously extremely frightened.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, at least she doesn't dare to do anything to you now, you didn't do anything wrong, we're the ones who are wrong."

Meriel Streep gently patted the girl's back, comforting her softly.

Although she didn't know what had happened last night, and what "punishment" meant, judging from Danilova's absent-minded eyes, and the weariness in her face, this first-year from Russia obviously hadn't slept well last night either.

Undoubtedly, as the little angel who had ruined Aileen Kaslana's evil plan, she wouldn't have a good end.

No one knew what kind of torture this poor freshman had suffered...

"Just wait and see, Aileen Kaslana, you'll soon understand what Ravenclaw is—"

"Miss Peach" took a deep breath, turned her head to look at Aileen, saying seriously word by word.

At the same time, Luna Lovegood, sitting not far away, propped her cheek with her right hand, enjoying the stage play that Aileen had choreographed all night with interest, and couldn't help but yawn again gently.

The white-haired fluff ball isn't human, Danilova couldn't sleep because of jet lag, but their little sidekicks were really a little overwhelmed.

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Gu Ya! Thanks to the "qqqzuochong" boss's silver leader, a 6000-word mega-chapter! But many, many words were added later, not counted as money, sob sob~

In addition, the Eagle House is different from other places, um~ that's it~