"Ollivanders Wand Shop... a property under Destiny's control?"

Hannah looked at the wand wall directly in front of her and asked softly, feeling a little helpless.

The white-haired dumpling was very powerful, Hannah had always known that, but the situation was different now.

Because, starting last night, Hannah had a new identity—an o5 Council Provisional [Chariot]—with the authority to directly oversee matters related to the Destiny Group. According to Hermione, this was almost equivalent to an internship as the future CEO of the Destiny Group.

"Yes, you're right. Ollivanders Wand Shop is also within your purview."

Hermione nodded with a smile, pointed to the wand wall behind her, and looked at the three young witches in the room.

"So—pick one as a key. A key to the Hyperion, and your access to any o5 Council-level information before you can stand on your own. Welcome to the new era of the magical world. We have plenty of time to understand all of this."

"I see, these are wands specially crafted by Mr. Ollivander for the Hyperion?"

Hermione looked thoughtfully at the dozens of wands. She could roughly understand Hannah and Luna's surprise.

In the magical world, wands are the weapons of wizards—they are equivalent to the collection of all weapons of war, such as swords, guns, and crossbows.

As the female emperor behind Hogwarts, Gringotts, and the Destiny Group, Hermione had no reason to let go of Ollivanders Wand Shop. This was like a non-magical government controlling the most powerful military factory. After all... justice and order are built on absolute power.

"Yes, and no. It's not the wand craftsmanship that's special, but the wands themselves."

Hermione twirled a strand of her silver hair and looked at the wand wall with some distress.

"As I said, these are all wands that are exclusively mine—that's why they are qualified to be keys."

"Eh? Exclusively yours?"

Hannah tiptoed and took down the lone "Wand Number 0" from the top shelf.

"Can't everyone use wands? I secretly used my uncle's wand during the holidays. Although it was a little awkward, it didn't affect spellcasting. As for special... they don't seem strange at all. They look about the same as my wand."

Since Hermione allowed them to take a wand from it, Hannah wouldn't be polite with Hermione.

You know, there are only two "Wand Number 0s" in total.

One of them was already in Luna's hands.

If she didn't act quickly, then Hermione would definitely choose to take this one as well.

The most important experience that this iron-headed girl had learned in the past year or so was: always strike first, and winning the first move is half the battle.

However, to Hannah's surprise, Hermione didn't seem to have any intention of moving forward.

"So many wands, are two or three replaced every month on average?"

Hermione frowned slightly and silently counted the shockingly large wand wall in her mind.

Twenty-four wands.

This did not include the "Wand Number 0" in Hannah and Luna's hands, as well as the pair of wands that Hermione carried with her.

Admittedly, as the Goblin Empress, Hermione had the right to be willful and extravagant, but Hermione would not spend energy in this place.

Hermione turned her head to look to the side and asked softly.

"Is there something wrong with these wands, Hermione?"

"Yes, they're not working well—"

Hermione nodded seriously, casually picked a wand from the wand wall, and played with it in her hand.

"These two problems are actually the same problem. Hannah, be careful, try using the wand in your hand to cast a simple spell. Carefully experience the subtle flow of magic and the impact when the magic is released, and then you will understand why it is unique—"

"Lumos."

A soft white light shone from Hannah's hand.

Without the slightest pause, the spell was completed almost the moment her incantation fell.

"—An exclusive wand that only a very few people can master."

Looking at the light of the "Wand Number 0" in Hannah's hand, Hermione finished speaking expressionlessly.

Sure enough, she knew it!

Her earliest wands were all little traitors!

"Try this, this is the 9th generation—it can almost turn the school's professors into Muggles."

Hermione pondered for a moment, stretched out her hand, and handed Hannah the wand in her hand.

"Be careful, it's very dangerous. Be sure to hold it steady when casting a spell."

As her own Veela bloodline purified, the wand cores in these wands were also constantly replaced.

If the previous "Wand Number 0" was slightly willful and picky, then the series produced this semester can almost be regarded as purebred Veela bloodlines, and may even hit people—according to Mr. Ollivander, their spirituality is almost like half a living being.

Some time ago, during a spell test, this wand jumped up directly from Mr. Ollivander's hand and hit him between the eyebrows.

"Eh?! So dangerous?!"

Hannah looked at the wand in Hermione's hand with a nervous expression, feeling a little hesitant.

"Um... how about I don't try it? Granger, would you like to try it this time—"

"Yes, that's fine."

Hermione's amber eyes flickered, and she took the wand from Hannah's hand, looking at this "dangerous" wand with great interest.

Some time ago, Hermione proposed a basic theory about experiments at the research institute.

Any research must be traceable and gradually advance.

Or, in other words, the control variable method is the premise of all iteration and attempts.

Judging from the information that Hermione revealed just now, these wands all belong to a long series of research—which means that there is a connection point that can connect the past and the future—the wand is composed of two parts: the wand body material and the wand core, supplemented by corresponding wand craftsmanship.

Hermione's gaze swept across the wand wall in front of her, which had different shapes and materials.

Assuming that the "anti-magic" effect in Hermione's mouth does not come from Mr. Ollivander's wand craftsmanship...

Then, it must come from the controllable and repeatable attributes of the wand core—Hermione's wand uses some kind of new wand core material.

As for the danger Hermione mentioned just now, if her guess is correct...

Hermione rolled up her sleeves, gently waved the wand, and poured all the magic in her body towards the wand in her hand.

"Wingardium Leviosa!"

The room seemed to freeze for half a second.

Immediately afterwards, the gravity that originally surrounded the room disappeared instantly.

Carpets, books, pens, clothes... and even Luna, Hermione, and Hannah, rose up in unison.

Except for Hermione, who released the spell, all objects that were not fixed to the ground floated up, quietly hovering a few inches above Hermione's head—this was something she had never done before, a group levitation charm that only existed in books.

"Finite Incantatem—"

Hermione took out her wand and waved it helplessly.

Magic far more powerful than Hermione's swept through the entire captain's cabin, instantly dispelling Hermione's spell.

Sure enough!

From the beginning, she shouldn't have counted on her traitor wands to be up to par.

The enhancement of this spellcasting effect was even stronger than when she used it herself.

"Okay, it seems I can't give a direct example today—"

Hermione glanced at Hannah, who had a blank expression, as well as the calculator girl and dice girl, and sighed.

"In fact, theoretically speaking, wands that are exclusively mine will reject other wizards. But from the current situation, it seems that you can't experience it firsthand. But this doesn't affect the story I'm going to tell next—about the real, Hermione Kaslana."

She looked around at the little fledgling witches, paused for half a second, and winked slyly.

"Actually—I'm not human."

After saying that, she looked at Hermione, Hannah, Luna, and others with anticipation, waiting for expressions of confusion, surprise, or curiosity to appear on their faces.

You know, this was a very important piece of information.

No more than ten wizards in the entire magical world knew about it.

But…

"Oh."

"Is that all?"

"What's next?"

The reaction was not so much flat as it was non-existent.

Even Hannah, who was usually the most simple-minded, didn't look surprised at all.

"You're obviously not human, Hermione."

Hannah shrugged and said quickly before Hermione could open her mouth.

As the little princess of the Leaky Cauldron, she had seen too many strange people.

You know, the guests received by the Leaky Cauldron were not limited to wizards. Werewolves, vampires, zombies, hags, goblins... as long as they followed the rules and didn't make trouble, and were willing to pay, the Leaky Cauldron would always provide those guests with a comfortable place to stay.

Hannah turned her head to look at Hermione, raised her eyebrows, and there was a hint of provocation in her tone.

"Anyway, I knew it a long time ago, before the first class of the semester. What about you? Granger."

"A little earlier—"

Hermione imitated Hermione's previous gesture, gesturing with her thumb and index finger.

"The first morning after school started, when she woke up from my bed. How could a normal human have hair like that—except for Hermione, I haven't found a second witch at Hogwarts whose hair isn't messy after waking up, as smooth as a waterfall forever."

"What's more—"

Hermione's gaze lingered on Hermione's face for a few seconds, and she reached out and poked it.

"When you want to convince others, you will emit a moonlight-like glow—if you get close enough, you can see it clearly."

Speaking of this, Hermione unconsciously shifted her gaze, and her earlobes quietly turned a lovely light pink.

She suddenly remembered the time when she counted Hermione's eyelashes at close range not long after the start of school.

That was—her first kiss!

Even if this white-haired dumpling was also a girl, and it was also her first kiss, th-that was... too infuriating!

"Okay. You have good eyesight."

Hermione said blandly.

"What about Luna, are you guessing?"

"No, Dad told me a long time ago." Luna shook her head.

"Mr. Lovegood?"

"Yes."

Luna replied seriously, looking at Hermione.

"Dad said that most of the things that happen to you are not things that humans can do—"

"...That's a very...surprising comment."

Hermione said softly with a blank expression.

Don't be angry, it's not worth it.

Not to mention that Xenophilius never had a brain when he spoke, and never had any malice.

Just because this guy was Luna's dad, she couldn't be as ruthless as she would be to other wizards.

Hermione propped her hands up and sat on the edge of the captain's console, saying self-deprecatingly.

"Okay, in short, I'm half Veela—a mixed-blood Veela."

"Veela...eh, what's that?" Hannah asked.

"Magical creatures. Their magic is not weaker than that of goblins."

Hermione recalled the content she had seen in books and explained to the other two.

"According to the description in the books, they are a kind of magical creature with human form. Most of them are young and beautiful women. They have their own 'charm' ability, especially when they dance and sing. Almost all males cannot resist their beauty. And when Veela get angry, some of them can transform into a kind of harpy called 'harpies' and launch fireballs to attack..."

"I understand," Hannah said. "What I mean is, this often happens in the magical world. Once, when I was helping out at the pub, I met a family composed of vampires and wizards. They had three children—I heard that the eldest one is studying at Durmstrang."

"Yes, but I have never seen my parents."

Hermione said calmly, her fingers gently stroking the wand.

"Even the news about me having Veela blood was only told to me by Professor Dumbledore before school started."

"So, you can just ask Professor Dumbledore?"

Hannah looked at Hermione in confusion, unbuttoned her robes and hung them on the coat rack, and plopped down on the living room sofa.

"Aren't you 'The Fool'? You always have the qualification to view the student roster, right? Moreover, you have so many forces at your disposal."

"It's useless, all these methods have been tried—"

Hermione shook her head and waved her wand to close the wand wall.

Since becoming the Goblin Empress, Hermione had never stopped investigating her own background.

However, even with the combined strength of Gringotts Wizarding Bank and the Destiny Group, there was still no news about her background.

As for the student records on the school's side, there was no clue at all.

Hidden within Hogwarts Castle was an inconspicuous, locked tower that had never been opened to anyone below the headmaster.

At the very top of the tower, there was a black dragonhide-bound book, which looked incredibly old.

Its pages had not been touched by human fingers since the four founders placed it there when the school was founded. Next to it was a small silver ink bottle, in which was stuck a long, faded quill.

The two were known as the Quill of Acceptance and the Book of Admittance—the only way Hogwarts chose its students.

When a child first showed magical talent, the quill would fly out of the ink bottle and try to record that child's name in the Book of Admittance.

However, the Book of Admittance would usually close for a period of time, waiting for the Quill of Acceptance's foreplay to be ready and to receive enough evidence of magic to impress its pages before opening its book and allowing the quill to write on it.

Many headmasters liked to spend hours quietly in the tower, observing the work of the Book of Admittance and the Quill of Acceptance.

Since the Book of Admittance recorded the name and date of birth of every wizarding child, it could accurately tell people who would enter Hogwarts to study and when—this was something that even the Ministry of Magic could not do, and it was also Hogwarts' greatest secret.

"The Headmaster of Hogwarts cannot disclose any non-enrollment information seen in the Book of Admittance, that is the contract."

Dumbledore explained this, and even when Hermione threatened to use the Hyperion, he would not reveal the location of that tower.

"If you are really interested, then you can choose to try to become the Headmaster of Hogwarts at some time after I retire. At that time, you can naturally check the contents of that book at will—however, I can guarantee that you will most likely be disappointed..."

Most likely...disappointed?

Tch.

That old, mumbling radish.

She was just curious, she didn't have a desire to find her biological parents.

Since there was no hope from the beginning, where did the disappointment come from? Dumbledore was mistaken.

"Forget it, those are not important—"

Hermione's eyes flickered, and she waved away Dumbledore's voice in her mind.

She came back to her senses, looked around at the little witches, and a ghostly blue flame ignited soundlessly on her fingertips.

"That's right, I am a mixed-blood Veela, fifty percent, fifty percent of that kind, once. In the magical world's judgment, if a wizard with half blood is considered human, what about seventy percent? Ninety percent? Or... one hundred and twenty percent?!"

"What do you mean, and..."

Hermione frowned, looking at Hermione with a confused expression.

"How can there be such a thing as more than 100% blood? Wouldn't that make you something other than a Veela—"

"A super Veela, or rather..."

The flame on Hermione's fingertip suddenly brightened, and she said quietly.

"A succubus?"

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