"Hogwarts, a place recruiting special children... I an, genius children." Ian glanced at Lady Yelena, quickly correcting his choice of words.
"I understand."
Mr. Granger also didn’t quite know what he understood.
He looked deeply at the little boy in front of him, then lovingly at his daughter, "You stay here, I have so matters to discuss with Miss Yelena."
These words left Hermione slightly stunned.
Even Lady Yelena was bewildered.
"Are you intending to withdraw your donation?"
She asked sowhat cautiously.
"Of course not."
Mr. Granger was already heading towards the office, and Lady Yelena hurriedly followed, leaving Ian and Hermione standing in the corridor.
"I just didn’t expect God’s response to be so quick, so I believe I need to contribute more..." Who knows what Mr. Granger really understood.
He seemingly wanted to increase the orphanage donation.
"Your dad isn’t thinking of donating a school recomndation fund to the orphanage, is he?" Ian asked Hermione, who seed a bit flustered and couldn’t find a place to hide.
"I don’t know what you are talking about."
Hermione jumped onto a chair, successfully surpassing Ian in "height."
"Is it because I debated with you that you put witchcraft on ? I’ve read a lot about that!" She mustered up the courage to question Ian.
"Why would you think I’m such a petty person?"
Ian looked at the slightly unnerved Hermione. He could sowhat sense her mind and emotions, confirming Hermione was likely going through the magic power explosion control phase that every young wizard experiences.
"Isn’t it you?"
Hermione’s eyes turned a bit puzzled.
"I thought you wouldn’t believe in witchcraft and magic."
Ian spoke again with interest.
"Haven’t you heard of this saying? When you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth."
Looks like Hermione is also reading the Sherlock Hols Collection.
"Wasn’t that what I told you the first ti we t?" Ian knew very well that Miss Beaver was scared of him due to her lack of understanding of magic.
"Huh!? You said that!?"
Hermione was obviously a bit disoriented and couldn’t recall the mory. Of course, she couldn’t rember because Ian was just teasing her.
"Gotcha, I never said it. I just told you to believe that magic exists in this world. I think you’ve acknowledged that you and I are alike."
Ian was certainly aware of Hermione’s slightly ostrich-like conflicting feelings.
After all, he really had mind reading abilities.
"I knew you didn’t say that!"
Hermione suddenly exclaid, glaring at the little wizard with a righteous indignation expression. She was almost climbing to the ceiling, but at least she stood firm in her montum.
"Yes, I not only rember what I haven’t said, but I also rember what you promised." Ian watched the little witch unknowingly spider-crawl up the wall.
"Huh?"
Hermione felt a sense of foreboding.
She climbed even higher.
"Whoops~"
Due to unstable magic power.
She fell off the wall.
Saved just in ti by Ian with a Wingardium Leviosa.
"This..."
Suspended in mid-air, finally realizing what had happened, Hermione looked in disbelief at Ian’s raised hand, or rather at the magic wand in Ian’s hand.
"Magic is real!?"
She exclaid in shock.
The little wizard didn’t respond.
"So, Miss Granger, when will you eat the table, I’ve prepared a whole year for the thorny big table for you." He just cheerfully said the words Hermione least wanted to hear.
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