Harry Potter: This senior is pretty strong

Professor Stephen Swinton, the former Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, visited his old home on the River Devon in Yorkshire after leaving his post, and then set off for Egypt.

After exploring Egypt for some time, he set his sights on a destination and traveled upstream along the Nile River to the ancient pyramids hidden outside the Muggle world, where he went inside.

And something happened inside that ancient ruin.

So when "he" appeared, he was simply Ian Stanley.

……

At this moment, moonlight streamed through the large glass windows into the medieval-style bedroom.

A fair arm draped over his broad, muscular chest.

The owner of that arm, his cheeks still flushed, had fallen into a deep sleep.

But Ian's eyes shone frighteningly bright in the moonlight.

The gleam in his eyes revealed his barely suppressed ambition and desire.

“I’m not going to be like that fool, a teacher who only knows how to tease children,” he muttered coldly.

Emerging from that pyramid, he felt as if he had been reborn, freed from his greatest constraint.

After that, out of some instinctive vigilance, he did not stay in North Africa for long, but returned to Europe and went to the magic school he, or rather "them," had attended: Beauxbatons.

They have many less-than-pleasant memories of that magic school, though perhaps there are also some memorable ones in that guy's memory.

For example, that girl named Apolline—oh, she should be a woman now.

In my memory, she had a delicate face, long golden hair, and a slender, graceful figure that seemed to radiate a silver halo.

Young Stephen Swinton was once deeply infatuated with her, but Ian Stanley, hidden deep within his own mind, mocked him, saying he was merely bewitched because the girl had half Veela blood from her mother.

Later, based on ridiculous inferiority or some other reason, that guy actually let the girl slip away from him, and soon after received news of her marriage.

Looking back now, it's clear that young Stephen looked quite pitiful when he received that news.

"Heh, what a pathetic guy," Ian thought to himself.

On the day he returned to Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Ian saw a girl on campus who looked a lot like Apolline.

The girl had a similar delicate face, long golden hair, and a slender, graceful figure. Even at a young age, she exuded a charming aura from the inside out, and was practically a carbon copy of Apollino.

Especially when he saw her deep blue eyes, Ian was momentarily lost in thought.

This moment of distraction filled him with inexplicable fear and anger, because he felt that this was the kind of reaction Stephen should have, not him!

So, on the day he arrived in Beauxbatons, he left, even putting aside his original plan to cause trouble for certain people.

“Hibiscus Delacour…” Thinking of this, Ian involuntarily uttered the girl’s name.

It looks so much like it! It looks so much like it!

That damn exquisite face, that damn long golden hair, that damn slender figure!

Ian's anger reached its peak at this moment.

He looked at the sleeping woman beside him and got up angrily.

“Ian…you again…” The woman was awakened by his movements and couldn’t help but complain.

“Shut up!” Ian roared, his voice sounding as if it were being screamed from his chest.

The moonlight remained unchanged, its brightness still shining through the room, while the people inside were in a state of confusion and rage.

People always hope to be themselves, yet fear becoming someone else, unaware that... you are never just yourself.

……

The next day, Ian Stanley got up and ate breakfast feeling refreshed.

Then, under the watchful gaze of the beautiful witch named Camille, whose eyes were like pools of water, she left the dwelling and left Paris.

He wants to find a path that belongs to him.

After emerging from that ancient pyramid, he resolved to make a name for himself, regardless of light or darkness.

Therefore, he traveled through Europe, hoping to find an opportunity.

However, in recent years only Voldemort has made some noise, but he has long since disappeared, and the Death Eaters have become pariahs and prisoners, so Ian would naturally not choose to join them.

Then, in the wizarding district of Paris, he heard some news, some news about "GA," that is, Grindelwald's army.

In less than a year, this group has taken root and grown in Brazil and the Americas, becoming a major headache for the local Ministry of Magic/Magical Congress, and has even begun to spread to Europe.

And this is exactly the opportunity Ian has been craving.

So he asked Camille to help him gather information—he was much better at dealing with women than Stephen.

Now that he knows that the GA leader named Gellert Abernathy is in New York in North America, he naturally wants to go and meet him.

He believed that he was exactly the kind of person they needed.

And they are also the capital and fertile ground he needs.

Just as an Eastern poem says: His departure was like the autumn wind meeting the glistening dew, surpassing countless encounters in the human world.

……

……

If we raise our gaze higher and higher, and then move it eastward towards Paris.

There, we will see a majestic mountain range called the Carpathian Mountains, an eastern extension of the Alps, and known as the "backbone of Romania" in the country we can see.

At one corner of this semi-circular mountain range, there is a relatively open area of ​​hills and grassland.

If we suddenly lower our gaze here, and if we are lucky enough, we might see one or two flying dragons.

Of course, this is on the premise that we are not Muggles and can see through the illusion spells that the wizards have set up here.

That's right, this is one of the most famous dragon fields in Europe – the Dragon Field in Romania.

A young, red-haired wizard had just been hired as a dragon researcher here.

"Charlie, that little guy is missing. Let's split up and look for him!" A burly, bearded wizard walked into a wooden hut, looking irritable.

“Okay, Benny! I’ll go as soon as I finish this letter,” the young wizard replied from inside the cabin.

After saying this, he wrote his name at the end of the letter: Charlie Weasley.

The letter was addressed to: Dear Qin.

That's right, this person is Charlie Weasley, the former captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team who just graduated from Hogwarts.

These past few days, Charlie calculated the start date of Hogwarts and decided to write a few letters to his former classmates and friends, and Qin Yu was one of them.

After putting the letters into manila envelopes and writing the recipient's information, Charlie summoned an owl and had it deliver the letters together.

Of course, the owl wouldn't fly to England; it would have to go through some transfers before finally reaching Hogwarts—Charlie didn't need to worry about that, since he had already paid one silver siege for postage.

After doing all that, he left the wooden hut where they were resting and went to look for the lost "little guy"—if a fire dragon that is more than three meters tall can be called a little guy.

He soon found the fire dragon in a rocky canyon.

However, to his surprise, he witnessed a girl punching the three-meter-tall fire dragon away.

It was a short, black-haired girl, about seventeen or eighteen years old. She was wearing a red dress, and her long black hair was tied into a neat ponytail. When she leaped up and punched the fire dragon's head hard, Charlie felt as if a giant hammer had struck a wooden stake. The sound of the impact shook the valley and made his heart tremble.

"Hmm? Red-haired one, is this your pet dragon?" The girl saw Charlie and asked, raising her chin.

“Uh? Right, right, this is my pet…” Charlie answered subconsciously, but then he shook his head, “It’s not really my pet, I’m just a researcher.”

"Researcher? That's complicated... Anyway, it stole my food, so I hit it. That's in accordance with your rules, right?" the girl asked.

“It fits…” Charlie nodded, somewhat puzzled.

"Okay, that's good." The girl nodded.

Then, the two fell silent amidst the little dragon's soft moans.

"Ahem, well, let me introduce myself. My name is Charlie, Charlie Weasley. May I ask your name?" Charlie asked, mustering his courage.

“Oh, my name is Pusi!” the girl replied.

“Pussy what? I mean, what’s your full name?” Charlie asked, seeing that she seemed easy to talk to—even a little adorably naive.

“My name is Pusi, Pusi as in Pusi!” The girl felt she had made herself clear enough.

"Okay, Pusi, nice to meet you!" Charlie gave up asking further questions. After all, compared to her ability to punch that little fire dragon away, the fact that she didn't have a surname seemed quite normal.

For reasons unknown, Charlie invited the girl named Pussy back to his cabin.

Perhaps, possibly, maybe it's because he simply couldn't bear to see such a petite and adorable girl go and eat a wild boar alive—the very food she was protecting from the mouth of a fire dragon.

——Dimensional wall——

Let's set the tone first, and then we can write about the campus.

Sigh, I've been really stuck lately. Actually, I've thought of a lot of plot points, but I'm struggling with the connections and narrative order.

In short, I'll write slowly and try not to mess it up.

So, is it a bit much for me to ask for gifts now? Ahem, if it's convenient for everyone, could you send some of those free little gifts? As the saying goes, if you give me a penny and I give you a penny, the author can afford Dabao (a popular Chinese skincare brand); if you give me a dollar and I give you a dollar, the world will be full of love!