"Alright, stop worrying about Umbridge, I never look at disgusting things while I'm eating..."

In the Great Hall of Hogwarts, Aileen's dinner knife lightly tapped Hannah's plate as she spoke with a touch of annoyance.

She really didn't understand why Hannah Abbott, this iron-headed girl, was the biggest gossip of the four of them – this kid often ran off halfway through a juicy bit of news, and she was especially prone to taking things too seriously. Just based on personality compatibility, she seemed like the person furthest removed from the gossip circle.

"Oh, oh—"

Hannah had been staring at Umbridge as she left the Great Hall and only then came back to her senses, continuing to devour the half-eaten pan-fried sturgeon.

The Hogwarts classroom offices were located in the corridor not far from the Great Hall.

Therefore, after picking up Aileen from there, Hannah hadn't had a chance to properly ask the person involved about what happened.

The whispers of the surrounding students had been driving Hannah crazy, but the Great Hall wasn't a place for storytelling. According to Aileen's habits, she would only give them a detailed recap after they returned to their quiet, private bedroom, which was also Hannah's most anticipated moment of the day.

"Burp—Ugh—I'm done! Let's go back to the dorm!"

After wolfing down dinner, Hannah put down her knife and fork, looking at Aileen with anticipation.

"Alright, alright...you guys are impossible."

Aileen helplessly glanced at the iron-headed girl who almost choked herself to death, and then looked at the two girls on the side who were clearly distracted.

After Umbridge left, the atmosphere in the Great Hall became increasingly strange.

Many students' eyes began to focus on her, although, out of respect for her doll-like, pretty, and adorable face, as well as the gentle temper that made even the summer sun shine more intensely, they didn't dare speak loudly, but just being watched was annoying enough.

On the other hand, compared to Hogwarts' standard student dinner tonight, Aileen was actually more envious of the banquet in the office next door.

Perhaps red wine and vodka were difficult, but things like Cracking Ice Serpent Mountain would be somewhat of a waste if they were only used to entertain those Ministry of Magic bureaucrats, outdated members of the Board of Governors, and old potatoes, old turnips, and elderly cat women.

As the head chef of Hogwarts, she only needed to give a word to the house-elves when passing by the kitchen, and they would naturally deliver the meals to their bedroom door.

If they were lucky, they might even be able to get some grape juice, which, rounding up, could be considered half a step toward wine.

...

"You really beat up Umbridge badly? And the professors didn't punish you at all in the end?"

As they passed through the Hufflepuff common room passageway, Hannah finally couldn't hold back and asked curiously.

"Well, strictly speaking, it wasn't me who did it," Aileen shrugged. "Besides, it wasn't like there was no punishment. Hufflepuff House was deducted a whole twenty points because of it, and I have to serve two weeks of detention afterwards...We just slightly defended Professor McGonagall and interrupted Umbridge's aggressive and malicious questioning. I think even that punishment is a bit harsh."

"But you attacked a formal professor!" Hannah repeated.

"We?" On the other side, Luna, who was in a daze, repeated another word.

"Those spells were actually cast by me. You probably guessed that, right?" Hermione said helplessly. "In fact, besides using illusion magic to disguise it, the wand used for the spell was also Aileen's. But that backup wasn't needed. In the teacher's office, that white-haired furball blew up a wall again in front of everyone. I'm wondering why no one is questioning why Professor Umbridge is still alive?"

"Aileen, what did you guys say inside later that they just let you go like that?"

They whispered to each other as they traversed the intricate underground dormitory passageway of Hufflepuff.

The magical fireflies above the passageway flickered as they walked.

Hermione hadn't heard the subsequent confidentiality agreement, so from her perspective, Aileen's "acquittal" this time was a bit too incredible. If she didn't trust Professor Dumbledore's integrity, Hermione would even suspect that the Great Arcanas had performed a round of memory modification.

Besides that, Hermione vaguely felt a bit uneasy and guilty.

When she cast a spell at Umbridge, she actually felt a little excited.

You should know that before entering school, she had always been a well-behaved child, and Professor Dumbledore also hoped that she could keep an eye on Aileen.

If it weren't for the white-haired furball's instigation and encouragement, she would never have taken the initiative to do something that violated the school rules – especially such a bold act as casting a spell at a formal professor. If such serious misconduct were discovered, it could very well lead to direct expulsion from the school!

Well, it's all Aileen's fault!

It must be that white-haired furball's bewitchment!

Hermione reassured herself in her heart with utmost seriousness.

"Head Chef, the four-person 'special treatment' dishes you ordered are ready."

Before Aileen could answer Hermione's question, a house-elf's respectful voice suddenly rang out from the end of the passageway not far away.

Two three-tiered trolleys were steadily parked next to the house-elf, with the dishes from the teacher's office displayed on them one by one. Because Aileen's bedroom had separate magical protections, they couldn't teleport into the room instantly unless specifically permitted.

"Yes, good, we'll take care of the rest ourselves—"

Aileen nodded lightly and casually waved her wand.

The door opened, revealing the room behind it.

Even though it was deep underground in Hogwarts Castle, the bedroom still had no sense of stuffiness or heat.

A faint fragrance of grass mixed with a unique freshness of the Scottish Highlands, accompanied by the opening of the door, the magic crystal balls on both sides of the wall swayed and lit up one by one, casting a just-right warmth on the yellow and black carpet, like the tipsy comfort under the shade of trees on a summer afternoon.

The trolleys slid into the room silently, quickly disassembling and reorganizing under the command of Hermione and Aileen's wands.

Before long, a simple dining table appeared in the center of the room, as if it had always been there.

Hannah, Luna, and Hermione skillfully picked up empty plates and selected some dishes they wanted to eat from the table, and then comfortably ran to their favorite dolls, carpets, or bedsides to sit down, striking a pose ready to listen to a story. Aileen supported herself with both hands, sat on the temporary dining table, waved her wand, filled herself a glass of amber-colored juice, and took a sip at her leisure.

"So, let me think, where should I start today's story—"

Aileen shook the goblet in her hand, trying to create a mysterious image of an older sister witch.

"The reason for the compromise between the Ministry of Magic and the Board of Governors is very simple. Professor Dumbledore told them about my background – the most powerful background in this world is being an orphan, the unknown represents no upper limit. In short, I am now a descendant of Gellert Grindelwald."

"Wait, if I remember correctly, weren't you supposed to sign some confidentiality agreement after I left?"

Hermione suddenly interrupted, frowning as she looked at Aileen, saying confusedly, "Won't there be any problems if you just leak secrets like this now?"

"Well, the 'secret' itself is not included in the members who signed the agreement, which is very reasonable, isn't it?" Aileen said. "Besides, what I'm telling you isn't the secret on paper, but the process of 'constructing the secret', which is even more impeccable."

"That's true. Gringotts goblin queens have always been trustworthy when it comes to playing with contracts and exploiting loopholes."

"Did the Ministry of Magic really believe it?" Hannah asked curiously. "Were they scared? I remember a few years ago, a wizard got drunk at the Leaky Cauldron and claimed he was the Dark Lord's cousin. The Ministry of Magic's Aurors came over and almost arrested him directly."

"Gellert Grindelwald himself was there at the time, needless to say, there's plenty of evidence, right?"

Hermione glanced at the iron-headed girl helplessly. "You're the future executive of Destiny Group, you should at least know where the wizards under your command come from and who Mr. Tower really is, right? With your high authority, you can find out with just a flick of your finger—"

"Huh! Wait, Professor Apocalis is Gellert Grindelwald?!"

Hannah was stunned for half a second, then immediately realized what Hermione meant, her little mouth turning into an O shape in shock.

"But... don't many people know that Professor Apocalis adopted you? It's spread throughout Ravenclaw House..."

Luna leaned against her beloved little unicorn plush toy, curiously picking up a thin slice of snake meat from her plate, examining it carefully against the soft magic crystal ball on the wall, asking in a floating tone, "The Ministry of Magic isn't all fools. Wouldn't it inevitably make people guess something?"

"Well, the ostensible reason is that Grindelwald threatened Professor Apocalis to help me get an identity—"

Aileen looked at Hannah, who kept nodding, and casually tore off a crispy Swamp Frog leg, biting into it with relish.

"After all, Professor 'Apocalis''s alchemy workshop is in Salzburg, and even the elderly have to pay rent. As for those subsequent guesses you mentioned, those who can think of this level can at least be considered half-smart. And smart people will come to the conclusion that all guesses about Professor 'Apocalis''s identity must point to 'Paracelsus'. By the way, smart people mostly hate know-it-all idiots."

"Don't be so mysterious," Hannah was just about to ask when Hermione said impatiently, "This isn't Divination class, you're just sure that the Ministry of Magic doesn't dare to break the peace. Unless Mr. Tower exposes his identity, the Ministry of Magic will go to any cost to maintain a peaceful atmosphere—"

"In fact, even if Mr. Tower exposes himself now, it may not be able to shake the Ministry of Magic's determination."

Aileen raised her finger and said solemnly, "I am the embodiment of peace and justice. Whoever bullies me is destroying peace."

The embodiment of peace and justice? Aileen?

The next moment, the three little wings rolled their eyes in unison.

If Aileen's cuteness level is ten, and her magical talent is a hundred, then her shameless narcissism index is at least a million.

Ignoring the white-haired furball who started to be narcissistic again, Hermione, Luna, and Hannah lowered their heads with great tacit understanding and began to concentrate on destroying the food on their plates, as if everything they had eaten in the Great Hall had disappeared.

Aileen pouted boringly. That's the downside of being too familiar. Even Hannah won't cheer her on now.

"Okay, then let's tell some other stories?"

Aileen glanced around at those scraps pretending to eat something, took a sip of juice to moisten her throat, "You should know... about the High Inquisitor job that Umbridge is doing... Then would you like to know... about Professor Dumbledore's secret love life..."

She muttered in a low voice, her voice getting smaller and smaller, as if talking to herself.

"...Never mind. It's not anything important anyway..."

"Important! Very important – what is it, what is it? Don't keep us in suspense—"

Before she could finish her words, Hannah couldn't help but raise her head and look at Aileen with great interest.

And with Hannah taking the initiative to break the seal, the other two little witches couldn't pretend anymore, and they all got ready to listen to gossip.

"Oh, you know that I am now a descendant of Gellert Grindelwald, but few people know that, besides me, this relative who has just been exposed on a small scale, Gellert Grindelwald actually has another relative alive, and that is Bathilda Bagshot, the author of *A History of Magic*... And the place where she lives happens to be the place where the Dumbledore family lives - Godric's Hollow, the birthplace of Mr. Gryffindor."

"In the summer that Professor Dumbledore graduated from Hogwarts, Mrs. Bagshot witnessed the Headmaster's growth—"

But Aileen's story couldn't be finished. She suddenly stopped speaking, narrowed her eyes, and looked at the corner of the room.

The originally quiet fireplace flames suddenly surged, and the hot flames twisted wildly while constantly making dull popping sounds.

A few seconds later, the flames suddenly turned from red to a dazzling green.

Immediately afterward, an old wizard with a long silver beard walked out of the flames quickly.

"Aileen, Gilderoy Lockhart is in trouble—"

Dumbledore's expression was extremely serious, and he exuded a terrifying power.

"Before losing contact, Lockhart destroyed the badge and sent a level one distress beacon to the Hyperion—"