Chapter 11 – If I Don't Cause Trouble for a Day, I Feel Physically , Mentally and Emotionally Uncomfortable
"Music and dance truly are captivating."As the music faded, Dumbledore's voice followed:
"It is now bedtime. All houses, return to your dormitories with your prefects. Horatio, come with me."
Hermione looked at Horatio with deep sympathy.
"I hope I'll still see you tomorrow."
Horatio shrugged indifferently. It didn't matter.
Beauxbatons had its own admissions channel, and with his talent, he could just imitate a certain Mr. Huang in a few years—breaking into Hogwarts was far easier than getting accepted into it.
[TN : It is usually a reference to Chinese comedy or webnovel tropes where a grown man (surname Huang) sneaks into a school by pretending to be a student.
He's joking that if Dumbledore kicks him out, he can still infiltrate Hogwarts again by disguising himself—just like "Mr. Huang" did in the meme]
Horatio followed Dumbledore to the Headmaster's office on the eighth floor.
The entrance was guarded by a stone gargoyle.
"Fizzing Whizzbee."
The gargoyle moved aside, revealing a hidden spiral staircase.At the top was an oak door with a griffin-shaped knocker.
Inside was a circular room, dominated by a huge desk piled high with books and documents.Portraits of past headmasters lined the wall behind it, and beside the desk stood a perch where Fawkes the phoenix rested.
Dumbledore sat in the Headmaster's chair and said,
"Child, tell me—where did you learn that magic?"
Horatio's eyes flicked. He pulled out the table of contents of Five Years at Hogwarts, Three Years at Azkaban.
"Headmaster, look. This book contains massive amounts of magic. My suggestion is to make it a compulsory textbook—and have you personally teach it.
"Look at our Hogwarts graduates—most can't even cast a simple Shield Charm.
If the students from Beauxbatons, Durmstrang, or Ilvermorny saw us, they'd mock us for claiming to be 'the greatest magic school.'"
He continued, full of righteous criticism:
"I suggest we introduce the MHGA exam.
Years 1–4: small quiz every 7 days, big exam every month.
Years 5–7: small quiz every 3 days, big exam every 7 days.
"One failure—immediately call the parents.
Three failures—school-wide criticism.
Five failures—boarding rights revoked, student becomes a commuter.
Ten failures—expulsion…"
Dumbledore ignored the suggestions and flipped through the book.
The beginning was relatively normal—but the further he read, the more terrified he became.
The three Unforgivable Curses were merely listed at the front.
Behind them were spells like Call of R'lyeh, Neutron Burst, Collapse of Stars—spells whose names alone could cause a heart attack.
"Child… how much of this book have you learned?"
"Eh? Not much, about twentypercent."
Dumbledore let out a breath.
Thank Merlin.
"But I learned it from the back… ."
Dumbledore's eyes rolled back. A wave of powerlessness washed over him.
Voldemort?A joke.
At most he liked blowing up large things. His ex-girlfriend could blow up a city at best.
But this child?He was aiming to destroy the world.
"I'm beginning to wonder if admitting you to Hogwarts was a mistake…"
But then he thought:
If Horatio grew up unsupervised outside… finding himself floating in outer space one morning wouldn't be surprising.
In the end, Dumbledore returned the book. There was no choice—Horatio already learned it.After all, one nuclear bomb or one hundred—so long as you controlled the fuse, it made no difference.
They agreed that Horatio must never use the last dozen spells, and everything else must be practiced under supervision.
Horatio assured him he was overthinking it—
Even if he were drained dry, he couldn't cast those spells yet.
Horatio put the book back into his bag (in reality, back into the system's storage) and took out another book.
Dumbledore gasped, thinking it was something horrifying again—
but saw the two characters "Recipe" on the cover and exhaled in relief.
Horatio handed him the cookbook and made three requests:
1. He wanted a private dormitory.
2. He needed a plot of land to grow vegetables.
3. His alchemy tools must not be confiscated.
Dumbledore handed him a phoenix tail feather and escorted him to a private Gryffindor dormitory.
The dormitory was quite spacious for a young wizard:
A four-poster bed with deep red velvet curtains on the left,a lit fireplace, sofa, and coffee table on a red carpet to the right,
and a window showing the pitch-black night sky.
His luggage had already been delivered.
Dumbledore gave him a class schedule and told him to rest for the next day's classes.
Horatio nodded. After Dumbledore left, he unpacked and released Hathor, Isis, and Nephthys from their cages.
After petting his cats for a while, Horatio lay on the bed with Hathor in his arms and closed his eyes.
Then—
"Sleep? Get up and party."
Horatio jumped out of bed.
He pulled out a hooded robe and threw it over himself, took out two hidden blades, and swapped the short daggers for his two wands, Hui and Li.
He even put a tiny cape on Hathor.
"Isis—come with me. Nephthys, stay and guard the place."
He opened the window.
Originally planning for a dramatic Leap of Faith, Horatio looked down at the height.
"…Yeah, maybe I'll use the door."
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