Harry Potter: This senior is pretty strong

The boy under the oak tree was calm and quiet, but Qin Yu still did not choose to show himself at this moment.

Aside from wanting Draco Malfoy to endure a few more days to solidify the "effects," he was also somewhat unsure how to teach the kid.

After all, he only did it on a whim to boost the spirits of the kids that day, and because of Dumbledore's previous "instructions," he secretly arranged a mysterious "leaf exchange."

Qin Yu hadn't really thought about the specific follow-up steps in detail at the time, but he's been thinking about what methods and approaches to use during his free time these past few days.

Well, Dumbledore completely mistook Qin Yu's slow reaction for patience and cunning.

However, inspired by Hermione, Qin Yu already had a decent starting point, and after making some more preparations, it would be ready.

Of course, for him, disciplining Draco Malfoy was just a small episode in his studies and life at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and whether it would be successful or not, he himself was not sure.

But it's better than letting this brat regret wasting his youth and feel ashamed of his mediocre life when he looks back on it years later.

Yes, Draco Malfoy, this comrade-in-arms, should learn his skills well and make more contributions to the magnificent cause of the wizarding world!

With these far-fetched thoughts in mind, Qin Yu retraced his steps back to the Gryffindor Tower and successfully returned to his dormitory.

……

Unbeknownst to Qin Yu, shortly after he left the greenhouse corridor, Dumbledore, dressed in a silver-grey silk nightgown and wearing a flat-topped tasseled soft hat, appeared near the bushes beside the lawn.

When Qin Yu said those words of disappointment, Dumbledore was momentarily distracted and accidentally stepped on a dry branch on the ground.

It was clearly Qin who stood up Malfoy for several days, but now he was saying such things. Dumbledore hadn't expected it. It was as if countless raging dragons were surging in his heart, so he was momentarily distracted and didn't notice what was under his feet.

Of course, this is also related to the fact that he was not too cautious to begin with. After all, he was on his own turf, and the students he was observing were ones he had his eye on. Why would he need to be too careful?

Fortunately, after breaking the tree branch, Old Deng reacted quickly thanks to his rich experience and concealed his whereabouts even more thoroughly, so Qin Yu did not discover that there was a third person present.

However, Dumbledore's hidden state did not last long, because Qin turned around and left less than a minute after he arrived.

This speed was so fast that even Dumbledore couldn't react in time.

As for Qin's Chinese saying, "Jade that is not carved cannot become a vessel," Dumbledore, with his extensive knowledge, could still understand it.

Moreover, he wholeheartedly agreed.

It seems Qin has his own considerations.

"Since you're gone, this old man will go back to catch up on his sleep too," Dumbledore muttered, waving towards the oak tree and whispering, "Goodnight, Draco."

Then, just like someone else, he walked into the castle without looking back.

Only a man and a squirrel remained under the oak tree, waiting anxiously for something, each with their own purpose.

……

……

Shortly after midnight at Hogwarts, the ancient magic school in the Scottish Highlands, the sun had not yet set in Salem, a city eight time zones away on the other side of the world.

Salem is a coastal city in Massachusetts, in the New England region of North America. It is only 24 kilometers from Boston and not far from New York City.

This city has a very long history; it was one of the oldest ports established by European pioneers in this new world.

Another famous event that is inseparable from it is the Salem witch trials.

Four hundred years ago, in a small town called Salem, 20 people who were considered evil wizards were brutally executed—in fact, not all of them were wizards.

This event had a profound impact on the entire wizarding world, directly causing European wizarding families to scale back their exploration of the "New World" of America. It also created centuries of tension between North American wizards and Muggles. Of course, this was not the only incident; many more frictions and conflicts occurred afterward, and tragedies never ceased. (Note: Muggles are the term North American wizards use to refer to ordinary people.)

Therefore, Salem is an unavoidable place for the entire wizarding community in North America.

Even the location of the Magical Congress of North America, the highest authority in the North American wizarding world, has a tall monument erected to commemorate those who were killed in the Salem witch trials.

The instigators of the Salem witch trials were the wizards' mortal enemies, the Puritans and the Purgers. Compared to the Puritans' hostility stemming from their fanatical beliefs, the Purgers were particularly hateful. They genuinely aimed to eliminate wizards, even at the cost of harming innocent people.

Of course, in the present day, the power of the North American magical world is already strong enough, and the Purifiers have long been lost to the mists of history.

What's even more disheartening is that this city, originally famous for its trials of wizards, has now become a gathering place for a large number of wizards, including some secretive fanatical groups who use this place as a place of shame for wizards, gathering and spreading hatred towards Muggles, expressing the irreconcilable hatred between wizards and Muggles.

This is also a major headache for the Aurors of the Magical Congress of North America, as they have to deal with incidents from time to time where wizards in Salem violate the Statute of Secrecy or even harm Muggles.

Just recently, a wizard used a terror spell to drive a female Muggle insane, causing a very serious impact. The Ministry of Magic dispatched three Aurors to handle the situation, and the number of Muggles requiring amnesia alone is no less than one hundred. (Note: Aurors are law enforcement wizards in the magical enforcement agency.)

The wizard involved was imprisoned in the Magic Congress prison and will face an extremely severe trial.

"The Aurors of the Magic Council are nothing but a bunch of cowardly lackeys who bully the weak and fear the strong! They collude with the Magic Council to abuse the rights granted to them by all of us wizards!"

In an old wooden hut, a thin, middle-aged man with a thick beard waved his fist and spoke angrily.

“That’s right! It’s only been a short time, and they’ve already forgotten the harm the Muggles did to the wizards, and forgotten the hatred of their ancestors!” Another female wizard with freckles on her face angrily echoed.

"Yes! They've forgotten!"

"Yes, those lackeys!"

"The Magic Congress is just dragging out the defense!"

"A bunch of ungrateful bastards!"

"..."

Everyone shouted at once, expressing their strong dissatisfaction.

Because the unfortunate wizard who was captured was once a member of their small group, they believed that the punishment he would face would far exceed the consequences of his actions.

After all, that madman was really despicable, constantly mocking the unfortunate wizard and saying things like, "Someone as ugly and suspicious as you would have been burned at the stake as a wizard four hundred years ago."

Look at how wicked these humans are; they perfectly fit their stereotypes about Muggles.

However, after only a small punishment for such a vicious Muggle, the unfortunate wizard was ruthlessly captured by the Aurors.

"This is ridiculous! It's ironic! It's an unbearable humiliation!"

The thin, bearded middle-aged wizard shouted angrily again.

Everyone responded enthusiastically once again.

Everyone was talking at once about how to condemn the Magic Congress's "misdeeds" and how to rescue their poor companion.

However, they never came to a conclusion. After all, their group only had less than thirty people in total, and only a dozen or so were able to gather here today. Yet, the Magic Congress was so powerful.

Thinking about this, everyone's mood inevitably became somewhat depressed, and anger and humiliation enveloped the entire room.

Just then, with a creak, the wooden door was pushed open.

The room immediately fell silent.

The dozen or so wizards present, of varying ages, all turned their gaze toward the doorway.

They knew that the cabin was enchanted, especially the wooden door, which was difficult for even a wizard, let alone a Muggle, to open during their gathering.

However, just as they were discussing the incident enthusiastically, the wooden door was gently pushed open!

This made them wonder who the visitor was.

The man was a tall, handsome man in his thirties. He was wearing a black suit with a matching wide-brimmed hat and a faint smile on his face.

"Excuse me, who are you?" the thin, bearded man asked, frowning.

At the same time, he slowly pulled out his wand from his inner pocket, looking wary.

"Oh, let me introduce myself. My name is Ian Stanley, you can call me Ian." The man took off his top hat and said with a slow, unhurried smile.

"What are you doing here? Our party doesn't accept walk-ins. If you want to join, you can make an appointment with me in advance, and I'll review your eligibility," the bearded man said, sounding slightly nervous.

"What am I here for? Let me think about it..." Ian said, and he really did look thoughtful.

He spoke as he slowly strolled along, hanging his top hat on the coat rack by the door, his demeanor casual and composed, as if he were back in his own home.

If someone doesn't even know why they're here, are they an idiot?

Or is he a madman?

Such a thought popped into everyone's mind.

Just as everyone was wondering and speculating, the guy named Ian slapped his forehead, chuckled, and said:

"I remember now, I'm here to teach you a lesson, you bunch of good-for-nothings!"

After saying this, he revealed two rows of white teeth, his smile cold and sinister.

His left hand was already gripping a completely black magic wand.

Clang! Clang!

Suddenly, the room was filled with the sound of tables and chairs clattering together. Everyone scrambled to their feet and took out their wands.

They instinctively felt that this guy, who seemed both foolish and crazy, was definitely not someone to mess with, and they absolutely couldn't let their guard down.

"Oh my, what a big commotion! It's really making me a little scared."

Ian said he was scared, but his expression was one of excitement and anticipation, as if he were about to attend a delightful ball.

——Dimensional wall——

Just to clarify, this book hasn't been renamed. Instead, five new titles and covers have been added. The original titles are still there. This is a multi-title testing feature on the platform. According to the platform, long-time readers shouldn't see the new titles. I don't know why everyone is seeing the new covers. The author isn't entirely sure why either; it might be a bug.

To add to that, "Muggle" is a North American term for ordinary people, similar to "Muggle," just like potatoes are also called "potatoes" or "yams."