It's more troublesome to leave an illusion than to enter it.

It's like hacking into a surveillance camera, wreaking havoc in a bedroom, and then remembering the original positions of the pillows and bedside toys. You have to match the actions and environment before dispelling the illusion to successfully deceive everyone.

If the deviation is too large, even Umbridge, a Muggle, could realize she's been tricked.

For example, at the very least, Aileen and Hermione must sit up straight, and the desk must be restored to its neat state.

A few minutes later.

Snap.

"Alright, hand in the homework and excerpts by Tuesday evening next week. Leave them with you for now..."

Aileen snapped her fingers, dispelling the illusion magic surrounding them.

As the "Binary Reversal Architecture Remodeling Magic" disappeared, Aileen quickly stood up, clapped her hands, and used her body movements to connect the momentary incoordination between reality and the illusion, attracting the attention of other students in the classroom.

However, Hermione didn't think such rigorous posing was necessary.

After copying the textbook for an afternoon, most students had a dazed look in their eyes, like empty-eyed dolls.

"See? If it weren't for me, you'd be looking just as broken."

Aileen gave Hermione a smug look, her little cowlick waving proudly from side to side.

Hermione rolled her eyes, speechless.

"Heh, poor chess player—"

"...Next time, let's just switch to Go. You'll pay as many times as you lose by, and we'll stop after winning three rounds."

Aileen's lips twitched slightly as she calculated in her mind that Europeans weren't very good at such games in her impression.

You know, even though she sometimes secretly slandered Hermione as a human calculator.

But actually, Hermione was only slightly better in memory and learning ability, far from reaching the level of artificial intelligence.

Once the magic world's ternary computer is developed, Aileen's first thing will be to have scholars try to develop an automatically iterative chess logic, and then let Hermione experience the limits of human wisdom.

Ignoring the challenge and teasing in the calculator's eyes, Aileen glanced at Umbridge, who had already left the classroom, and said cheerfully to the small wizards who were still mentally dazed.

"Forget about the homework and textbook for now, let's go eat! Eating is the most important thing! Then go back and rest well..."

"By Tuesday evening next week? That's a little easier."

Neville Longbottom shook his sore wrist, frowned, and sighed.

"I don't even know what parts I missed copying, and I don't know where to find the original version of this book to compare."

"It's okay, you can copy mine and Hermione's..."

Aileen replied generously, and despite Hermione's disdainful gaze, she brazenly spread her hands and continued to explain.

"Sorry, besides that, I can't help you much..."

"At most, Hermione and I can give you some hints on the homework, you know, like the kind we did last semester, for reference only, but you can't directly copy the whole thing. The rest is up to you."

Except for a few little supporters, she didn't plan to publicly disclose her exclusive cheating method for the time being.

Gossipers are not uncommon in Hogwarts. It was hard enough to fool that toad, and she didn't plan to reveal her cards so early. Gilderoy Lockhart was not a card to be used indiscriminately, otherwise, there would be big problems sooner or later.

Moreover, at least at this current stage, it's not a bad thing for these little wizards to copy the textbook.

If nothing unexpected happened, the Defense Against the Dark Arts class would be modified to some extent in about half a month.

After learning about Umbridge's teaching method, Professor Remus Lupin, as the current leader of the Defense Against the Dark Arts subject at Hogwarts, would definitely intervene and add the missing practical part to the students' current courses.

When the students have a solid theoretical knowledge as the foundation, and then experience Professor Lupin's interesting practical teaching, compared with the two, the students can more deeply understand the "Moony's" cuteness - as for Umbridge, as the bad guy who sings the white face, she can directly play her true colors, so that the students understand the preciousness of practical class time.

"Ugh, Professor Umbridge is so scary..."

Harry said heavily, as if he had foreseen countless difficult days in the future.

"You haven't seen the scariest side of her, Harry. She's a senior undersecretary at the Ministry of Magic."

Draco Malfoy stretched his aching shoulders and sighed with lingering fear.

"I have a hunch that this may only be the beginning of the small troubles. My father once said at home that any wizard who can become a senior official in the Ministry of Magic is definitely not a character that ordinary wizards can deal with... In the future... sigh..."

"Well, but... I think she's a bit perfunctory..."

Justin Finch-Fletchley shrugged, tidying up the desk while complaining in a low voice, "Today's entire class, all we did was copy books and read aloud. If it's always like this in the future, isn't this professor's job too easy?"

"Maybe because it's the first class? I heard that Professor Umbridge only officially joined the faculty yesterday."

"Ugh, Professor Apocalypse's class was more interesting..."

"I heard my dad say that the Ministry of Magic has objections to Professor Apocalypse's teaching method. They think that's the way to train combat wizards from hundreds of years ago, and now it's a time of peace, so there shouldn't be so much confrontation..."

"But it's not safe outside either. Didn't they just catch a Death Eater in the school last semester?"

"..."

Amidst the low complaints of the students, Aileen and Hermione exchanged glances and did not participate in the discussion.

For Hermione, this was the first time she had played for most of the class, which made her feel a little guilty in addition to excitement, and Aileen's reason was even simpler—everything was as she expected.

The only thing that disappointed her was that Umbridge didn't seem to be as hated yet.

According to this accumulation of emotions, Aileen estimated that if she wanted the students to have strong resistance, she would have to wait at least half a month, or about a month... Maybe she would have to find a way to help Umbridge accumulate some anger.

As for this period of time, anyway, she doesn't have to copy the textbook, isn't it nice to play chess in class?

"Aren't you going to find Professor Dumbledore?" Hermione asked curiously in a low voice as they joined the flow of people going downstairs to the Great Hall for dinner. "You were also involved in the Hogwarts curriculum reform, weren't you? If all we do is copy books..."

"What does it matter?" Aileen said indifferently, "I have to admit that *Magical Defence Theory*, apart from being a little boring, is still very suitable as an introductory book for Defence Against the Dark Arts—by the way, I'll get you a copy of *Magical Defence Theory* from the bookstore in a few days. Just take a look at the content at the back, for reference only."

"Oh, right, I almost forgot... you're the Empress now..."

Hermione raised her eyebrows and looked at Aileen thoughtfully.

If Gringotts was involved, then Umbridge's predicament of not having a textbook during class just now could be explained.

After all, according to Aileen's previous description, most of Diagon Alley was her property. For her to make a certain book disappear was just a matter of an owl post, but...

"Aileen, is your evaluation of *Magical Defence Theory* to cover up your planning mistake?"

"No! Absolutely not, everything is under control! This is the original teaching arrangement!"

"Hehehe... Before you lie next time, you'd better find a hat to wear first."

Hermione glanced at the unhappy cowlick on Aileen's head, and suddenly felt relieved.

Compared with the once seemingly all-knowing and cold demeanor, with these days of getting along, although this white-haired dumpling has become a little dumber, and the number of mistakes has gradually increased, it somehow makes people feel closer.

Recalling the scene of the poor chess player cheating and going back on her moves in class just now, the corners of Hermione's mouth slightly curved into a smile.

"Are you secretly laughing at me?!" Aileen looked at the little beaver vigilantly, staring—

She always felt that ever since she was defeated by Hermione in chess, Miss Granger had been looking at her with a very strange look from time to time, and similar gazes, in her impression, were usually cast on the iron fool.

"No, I just thought of something happy," Hermione replied casually.

"Don't imitate my words! Also... what happy things?"

Aileen raised her empty right claw, pretending to tickle Hermione's waist.

"I warn you, don't tell Hannah, Luna, or them about this, otherwise..."

"Because..."

However, before she could say the threat in her mouth, Hermione gently grasped Aileen's right hand hanging in the air, her amber eyes reflected a pair of lake-blue eyes and delicate face close at hand, and said seriously.

"I can finally really touch you, Aileen, this feeling... is very happy."

"Huh?"

Aileen was stunned, her gaze touched those bright eyes, and suddenly felt a little guilty.

Don't self-sabotage! Sister!

Compared to Hermione Granger's pureness, she, the promiscuous white-haired dumpling, seemed a little dangerous. If this rate of progress continues, she felt that she might be in danger of being attacked one day.

"Uh, oh—I've always been here—weird—let's go eat quickly, I'm hungry."

"Well, I'm a little hungry too, don't worry, I won't tell them."

Hermione smiled and nodded, did not continue to explain, and winked playfully.

"No one but me will know... you're a poor chess player."

"You're clearly laughing at me!"

"Okay, a little bit, didn't you laugh at me for not being able to fly before?"

…………

While joking and bickering, the two arrived at the entrance hall of the Great Hall and found that it was already crowded with students waiting in line for dinner.

As soon as they stood at the end of the line, an exaggerated voice filled with amusement suddenly came from the aisle not far away.

"Irina Ivanovich? Tsk, tsk, so you're the legendary Ivanovich family?"

Irina?

The foreign student who was sorted into Slytherin?

Aileen and Hermione turned to look over there.

The first-year students were now entering the hall from outside the castle, and not far from them, four or five older Slytherin students were standing in their way, obviously waiting specifically for Irina to return.

"What's wrong, is there a problem?"

Irina raised her head calmly and stopped to ask.

Because she had just finished Herbology class at the greenhouse outside the school, the collar and hem of her robes and the small wizards behind her were now covered in dirt, looking a little dusty, but this still did not affect the girl's cold gaze.

She frowned slightly and looked at the older students blocking her way.

She did have some impression of the leader, a boy who had competed with her for the position of shadow prefect the night before last, said to be a Quidditch member of Slytherin, named...Lucien Bole?

"Please make way, you're blocking our way back."

"Of course, you're a celebrity, I just realized that the Ivanovich family is so famous!"

Lucien Bole grinned, revealing a malicious smile - he was holding a letter in his hand, which looked like it had just been opened, and behind the letter was a newspaper, but it was not written in English.

"Novart Ivanovich, headmaster of Koldovstoretz School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, tsk, tsk... once ranked alongside Professor Dumbledore, hailed as the soul pillar of the Russian magical world. And the Ivanovich family, the oldest magical family in Russia, without exception. Such a glorious and enviable family history, why didn't you introduce it before?"

"Oh, wait... that's too strange, right, too strange."

Lucien Bole patted his head pretendingly, and said with some confusion.

"Why would the granddaughter of the headmaster of Koldovstoretz School of Witchcraft and Wizardry come to Hogwarts, could it be that the magical school over there closed down? Oh, it turns out that the old man passed away a few years ago? That's not right either..."

"Shut up—"

Irina's body trembled slightly, and she roared in a low voice, like a female beast about to get angry.

"Eh? What's wrong, is the shadow prefect scared? Or are you worried about this..."

Lucien Bole's eyes flashed with malicious light, deliberately making his voice very loud, so that everyone crowded in the hall could hear, and at the same time theatrically pulled out the newspaper behind his letter, and muttered to himself.

"Oh dear, why did my family send me a foreign newspaper, is this old man on the cover Novart Ivanovich? Why does he look so embarrassed, hey, there's also a version translated into English - let me see, Novart Ivanovich, on April 26, 1986, incited hundreds of wizards to openly cast spells in front of Muggles, seriously violating the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy, and indirectly and directly caused the deaths of hundreds of wizards and thousands of Muggles..."

"Oh dear - that's too scary, even the legendary Dark Lord is nothing more than that, right?"

Lucien Bole smacked his lips in an exaggerated manner, with a hint of disgust and sarcasm in his eyes, and continued to read aloud.

"After trial, Novart Ivanovich is suspected of violating the Statute of Secrecy, spreading 'Wizard's Woe', inciting others to infect 'Wizard's Woe' and other crimes, and is sentenced to confiscation of his wand and permanent imprisonment... He wasn't sentenced to death, I have to say, the foreign Ministry of Magic is too gentle - oh oh, it turns out it's because 'Wizard's Woe' may contaminate the death chamber, tsk, it's really..."

"Wow, there's also a picture on the back, said to be the appearance after being infected with 'Wizard's Woe'!"

Bole exclaimed exaggeratedly and raised the newspaper in his hand high.

"Can this still be considered a human being? Maybe a giant would be better looking than them, right? Miss Ivanovich, have you told your friends that you might turn into a monster? Sorry, it says here that the descendants of those infected with 'Wizard's Woe' are also infected."

"...Wizard's Woe? What's that?"

"I saw it in a book, it seems to be a curse developed by Muggles..."

"No, no, I guess it was made by dark wizards—"

Along with Lucien Bole's voice, a murmur rang out in the hall.

Immediately afterwards, centered on Irina Ivanovich, the small wizards around her retreated unconsciously, and many people looked at the girl with a strange look while whispering.

"My grandfather... is not a monster! Nor is he a dark wizard! Shut your mouth!"

Irina Ivanovich trembled and suddenly drew her wand.

"You don't know, you don't know how many people my grandfather saved, he was just..."

However, before she could cast a spell, two older wizards standing behind Lucien Bole waved their wands earlier than her, and two magical beams fell on the girl's thin body, knocking the wand out of her hand.

"Hey, what a great wizard comparable to Professor Dumbledore, I was just saying it casually, and you actually took it seriously? In my opinion, it's just a stupid, disgusting, magic world traitor who kisses Muggle shoes..."

Lucien Bole grinned, smiled triumphantly, and stretched out his hand to catch the girl's wand.

"As a wizard, you must hold your wand well... otherwise..."

Bang!

Before the smile on Lucien Bole's face could fully emerge, a black shadow suddenly appeared on his right, and then a heavy object hit his face directly and solidly, staggering him.

"Сука блять! You despicable ones, don't you dare bully my friend!"

Danilova rubbed her wrist, grabbed a schoolbag from Irina's hand and rushed up quickly. Without waiting for Lucien to stand up again, she started beating the boy over the head, while rattling off a string of Russian words.

“В аду сгорите, жестокие садисты, мы пойдем вместе и побьем этих ублюдков.” (Translation: Burn in hell, cruel sadists, we will go together and beat these bastards.)

"Eh? Um, be careful! Stupefy!"

Irina was stunned for half a second, then reacted quickly, picked up her wand and started fighting back.

Although she didn't know why this fellow countryman from the Muggle world was so angry, she also knew that it was not the right time to ask. She was mainly ambushed just now. If it was a real magic duel, she wouldn't be afraid of those older students.

However…

Irina glanced at the boy who was covering his lower body and crawling on the ground to avoid attacks, and her mouth twitched.

This fellow countryman from the non-magic world is really ruthless—

Not paying attention to the strange gazes around, Danilova ruthlessly waved her schoolbag, fists, and knees, chasing and beating Lucien Bole non-stop, not giving the boy any chance to breathe.

Last night, when she stayed overnight in the senior girls' dormitory, she heard many stories and learned a lot of knowledge.

One of the most impressive things was that in Hogwarts, using fists and weapons to suppress the opponent first, then closing the distance to a close fight, most of the older boys might not perform as well as a house cat when caught off guard.

Anyway, magic is very magical, as long as you don't kill them on the spot, most of them can be saved directly.

What's more...

Danilova's gaze swept over the chest of the old wizard sitting on the bench in the newspaper photo.

On the chest of that unfamiliar and kind white-haired old man, there was a very conspicuous strange symbol, with a drop of red droplet-shaped object on it, as if it was dripping blood, and there were three staggered dotted lines on this drop of blood.

Perhaps, most of the people present did not know what that thing was.

But as the daughter of a nuclear physicist, how could Danilova not know what it was, because in the middle of her father's study, there were several identical things - the Chernobyl Rescue Medal.

Of course, except for one that belonged to Mr. Alexei, the rest were collected by him through various channels.

According to her father, this was the most painful and profound lesson. Any scholar studying nuclear physics should not forget the disaster they had caused on this land, and those who sacrificed to protect the world.

Combining the information revealed by the Slytherin senior student just now, Danilova understood everything almost in an instant.

She could be 100% sure that if her father was here at this time, he would rush up without hesitation - even if the other party was a wizard with mysterious power, it would not change...

Oh, right, I've been forgetting to ask these days, speaking of... does my father know magic?

While Danilova was climbing up from Lucien Bole, who had completely lost his combat power, and using the cracked, heavy schoolbag to finish off another senior boy who had been petrified by Irina's spell, such a question suddenly popped into her mind.

…………

"Aileen, aren't you going to take action to control the situation yet, this should be the duty of the Head Girl!"

Not far away, Hermione looked at the girl next to her uneasily.

As Irina picked up her wand and joined the battle, the originally crowded hall became even more chaotic. Stray spells stirred up screams and scolding in the crowd, and it looked like it was about to turn into the first large-scale brawl of the school year.

"Don't worry, I don't need to take action for the time being, because..."

Aileen shook her head easily, turned her head and looked at the stairs leading upstairs on the other side of the hall.

In the crowded crowd, a small figure was rushing out of the crowd with an unparalleled momentum, like a meteor cutting through the starry sky, straight and anxiously crashing towards the place where the conflict occurred.

"Our newly promoted prefect (Hufflepuff) is here, let her familiarize herself with the work process first..."