"There is no magic in this world!"
"What if there is?"
"Then I'll eat your table."
Not far away, Hermione was confidently speaking—seeing her embarrassing past being reenacted by Ian, the real Hermione immediately covered her face in shame and annoyance.
"Then I'll eat your table."
"Then I'll eat your table."
"Then I'll eat your table."
...
Ian started playing a voice loop in his memory, even adding different tones to Hermione's voice, which was akin to creating a special kind of ghostly video in front of her.
"Alright! I get it! I get it!" Hermione tried to interrupt Ian's ghostly mockery in front of her, her eyes quickly turning red, with tears welling up.
Yet, in the end, she stubbornly did not let them fall immediately.
"Do you want me to apologize? Alright, I'm sorry…" Hermione also displayed her spirit of craftsmanship, but her slightly stubborn tone did not fully show sincerity.
So.
Feeling someone needed to correct Miss Beaver's bad temper, Ian merely resumed the flow of memory.
"Oh, alright, Miss Hermione Granger, I remember what you said; people who don't keep promises will grow bald when they grow up." His memory self said to the memory Hermione in this way.
Even though Ian didn't repeat his words in loop this time, nor did he create a ghostly "video" of his words, Hermione was still startled upon hearing this sentence.
The panic on her face was even more obvious than before. She instinctively raised her small hands to cover her head, the slight tremor revealing her inner panic and fear.
"Is this a curse? Or some magic that comes true if not fulfilled?" The little girl, almost ignorant of the Wizarding World, spoke with undisguised alarm.
"That's for you to judge." Ian's smile was very sly, once again showcasing his skill of not telling the truth yet not lying.
He believed a little girl who loved beauty wouldn't dare to gamble.
Hermione indeed didn't dare to gamble.
However.
Seeing Ian pull out that Divination table again, she opened her round eyes wide, looking with terror at the modified thorn-covered table surface.
"No! I don't want to eat something like this!"
Hermione's throat bobbed, feeling like the little wizard in front of her intended for her to die—eating wood was one thing, but how could she bite into thorn-covered wood?
It would prick her mouth and stomach!
"Then there's no helping it."
Ian deliberately shrugged his shoulders.
This immediately made Hermione even more anxious.
"I don't want to go bald!"
The little girl's voice was tinged with sobs, yet she maintained her stubbornness, "I also want to learn magic; I will certainly find a way to solve your kind of curse!"
One has to admit.
Even though Miss Beaver appeared a bit ignorant now, her innate confidence was still very obvious, and her talent in learning magic was indeed substantial.
Otherwise, there wouldn't be the saying of Hermione and her two useless men.
"They don't teach curses at school, but I can recommend my Transformation technique to you, which can turn this table into a delicious cake."
Ian finally revealed his intentions, "It only takes a thousand, no, Five Hundred Pounds, Three Hundred Pounds would also work, and then you can break the baldness curse you've imposed on yourself!"
The little wizard wasn't sure exactly how big Hermione's little treasury was.
He was using a bit of cunning in his speech to guard against Hermione telling on him to visiting professors later; he wasn't afraid of punishment but always sought to maintain his image.
"I don't believe you! I'm going to ask my dad to take me to Hogwarts!" Miss Beaver remembered the name Ian had mentioned; perhaps in her view, her dad would definitely be able to get her to school.
This is a common belief among kids from elite families; indeed, Hermione's future rise to a high-ranking official at the Ministry of Magic would surely be influenced positively by her upbringing in such a family.
After all, in Western countries, there are very few dentists, and people place high importance on dental care, so excellent dentists in these countries can barely squeeze into the upper class.
Being influenced by this environment, naturally, she would have a better political aptitude... just like in Hermione's view, her father would definitely be able to find a way for her to study at a magic school.
This kind of thinking would not appear in the heart of someone like Harry Potter, a stay-at-home child.
"The price at Hogwarts won't be like this…" Ian wasn't worried at all; he didn't believe that a student like Hermione, so eager for knowledge, could resist the temptation of [Ian's Little Classroom]. He had expanded his little classroom to other schools in the past few months.
Peach and plum fill the campus indeed.
"You just studied for a year more than me! I want out!" The little wizard in Hermione's eyes looked menacing; she even had an illusion of black horns growing on Ian's head.
The little girl instinctively wanted to distance herself from Ian. However, she was running around everywhere in Ian's memory illusion, making it so that Ian couldn't raise his hand in time to stop her dangerous behavior.
"This is only an illusion; actually, we're still at the orphan..." Ian hadn't even finished his sentence when he heard a heavy thud.