Ian's situation seems to be an unrepeatable anomaly.
"I can no longer see fragments of your future." Aurora looked at Ian with her odd-colored pupils, which was clearly proof she used to judge the gap between herself and Ian.
"You've seen my future before?" Ian's expression was somewhat surprised. It was the first time he knew about this, but the German girl didn't give a clear response.
"I think that's in the past now." Aurora's gaze lingered on Ian, her odd-colored eyes flickering with images as if confirming some things that shouldn't be known.
"Cheating right in front???"
Ian covered Aurora's eyes.
And just at this moment.
A group of little wizards chattered as they walked past the two of them, glancing at them several times, but when they walked towards the distance, the topic of discussion did not shift to Ian and Aurora.
Because the little wizards had a more explosive topic.
"Snape actually washed his hair! I saw today that his hair is not greasy at all!"
"Yeah! The scent of that shampoo is particularly nice!"
"Could it be that the Potter family finally released a new shampoo after so many years?"
"I must ask that Professor Snape after school starts!"
...
A few Slytherin little wizards walked quickly, and Ian didn't have time to save the last little wizard who spoke before they sped up and disappeared around the corner of the corridor — after all, for the Slytherin students, just seeing Ian would make them can't help but run away.
"May Merlin bless your house's folks."
Ian sighed helplessly.
"Was it you who gave Snape the shampoo?"
Aurora guessed the truth behind Snape washing his hair.
"Of course, do you want some? I have several hundred bottles. I originally wanted to change the scent, dilute it with a little bit of water, and put it in Potter family shampoo bottles to sell in Diagon Alley."
Ian stuffed Aurora with seven or eight undiluted bottles of shampoo. He himself only understood after making it himself, no wonder the Potter family's vault has endless Golden Galleons.
Let's put it this way.
Monopoly is the norm in this industry; it looks like a high-end magic potion version of shampoo, but the profit is definitely much higher than various online trendy products linked on social media. It's just that the Wizarding World's population isn't large, or else the Potter family would have to expand their savings vault a lot to hold the annual profit.
"I also gave Snape a Christmas gift." Aurora put the shampoo into her robe, her robe pocket seemingly showing traces of the Enlargement Charm.
"Aren't you guys not getting along?"
Ian was quite surprised.
He still remembered Aurora's various tactics against Snape.
"After all, he is our headmaster, and he's been targeting me recently, so I thought I should mend the relationship and gave him a pair of never-reveal safety pants."
Aurora's gift left Ian full of questions.
"He's a man!"
Ian thought Aurora didn't seem like she genuinely wanted to give a gift.
"I studied carefully what to give." Aurora saw Ian's expression and quickly explained, with a few serious tones in her voice.
"All the students say Snape is sharp and harsh, but only I found the reason for his harshness; he was left with a significant psychological shadow from school bullying during his childhood."
"It's said to be a spell called Levicorpus, so my gift is likely to heal his childhood." Aurora's tone was truly convincing as she spoke.
Ian stared at her for a while, only then realizing the German girl wasn't joking.
"You truly understand what healing means." As a good friend, Ian could only say this, and silently prayed in his heart for Aurora's life over the next six years.
Only Aurora dared to do such a thing; if other little wizards did this, Snape would probably return the favor with a gift called "You also need your future childhood to be healed."
Ian didn't dare to do such a thing.
"Where are we heading?" Aurora followed Ian all the way, seeing that he had brought her to the fourth floor of Hogwarts Castle.
"Of course, to enjoy the joy of Christmas."
The holiday life can be described as comfortable and leisurely.
At least for most little wizards, that's how it is, while Ian belongs to the restless group. He pulled Aurora into the passage leading to Hogwarts Village after opening the mirror on the fourth floor.
Since it's a holiday, one must indulge; the drinks and sweets limited to shops in Hogwarts Village are the most capable of conveying the festive atmosphere of Christmas.
The damp passage was cold and wet, carrying the musty smell of being long-sealed. Ian lit his magic wand, instantly raising the surrounding temperature to a comfortable level.
"Compound Magic?"
Aurora stared at the magic wand in Ian's hand, seemingly pondering the principles of magic structure. She raised her magic wand, and after the tip of the wand emitted the brilliance of the Lighting Spell, a few wisps of flame leaped out.
The orange-red flames even reached the top of the secret passage, exploding like fireworks into tiny sparks — fortunately, she didn't add Fiery Fire into it.
"Not overlapping the Fire-Making Spell, but the overlapping Greenhouse Curse," Ian dodged the falling sparks, correcting Aurora's misunderstanding in spell casting.