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She was radiant, incredibly wealthy, and of noble birth—it was said that this venerable lady's ancestors held the title of duke—and the aristocratic pomp and demeanor she exuded in every gesture could even make the self-proclaimed noble Malfoy family feel ashamed.
From this perspective, everyone believes that Ms. Presto's ancestors were definitely nobles.
This Lady Katrana Presto is, of course, Onyxia in human form.
It was almost a given that she could use her aristocratic air to fool the wizards of the Great Yin.
How can a group of modern people compare their aristocratic demeanor to that of a time traveler from a medieval civilization?
What you call aristocratic flair is nothing more than modern cosplay; their aristocratic flair is simply their daily life.
As for being incredibly wealthy and living a life of aristocratic pomp... with Levin's Philosopher's Stone, you could build a great noble family just by piling up gold.
After signing a series of magical contracts, Levin officially allowed her to appear in public in human form in order to carry out the previously planned scheme: to use Onyxia's influence in Stormwind to infiltrate the bureaucrats and pure-bloods of the Ministry of Magic in the Underworld.
Even Jaina cooperated with her in this matter.
According to Jaina, it was with her help that Jaina and the others were able to find and kill the black dragon that had caused so much trouble for the Underworld, even after the guide had been killed.
This woman, after becoming friends with Deputy Director Proudmore, developed the idea of moving to the Underworld.
What is the attitude of the Yin Kingdom's magical community towards this?
Of course, you'd be more than welcome!
This woman is not only a friendly person who helps the Ministry of Magic, but also a naturalized citizen with sufficient ability and wealth, and an object of admiration for countless self-proclaimed noble wizards, both men and women.
To persuade her to make this decision, the Ministry of Magic even made an exception and bypassed the existing NEW.T. exam rules, arranging a respectable position for her within the Ministry of Magic.
Specifically, it means becoming an advisor in the Dragon Research and Restriction Bureau of the Department of Magical Creature Management and Control.
After all, Lady Prestor helped Jaina kill the black dragon; that experience is more valuable than any exam.
Levin's assessment was that it was well-deserved; the wrong path led to the correct result.
Throughout the entire Harry Potter world, no one is more suitable to manage dragons than this black dragon princess.
Within the dragon race, bloodline suppression is a natural phenomenon.
As the princess of the black dragons, Onyxia's bloodline is naturally at the top of the dragon hierarchy.
And these dragons in the Harry Potter world
Every single one of them, in the worlds of WOW and D&D, must be classified as a "dragon".
Onyxia naturally possesses a bloodline suppression over them.
Whenever a dragon causes trouble, as long as Onyxia stands there, every single one of them will turn into a docile kitten.
Chapter 178 Suddenly Robbed by Bandits
After his trip to South America, Levin's summer vacation returned to normal.
He continued to spend his time alone with Cirihong in the tower as usual.
Hermione, who was on vacation in France, would sometimes send him letters to share her experiences there.
Their neighbor Luna would visit occasionally.
Levin also frequently visited Jaina's home via the Floo Network, sometimes staying at her house for a few days.
This trip to South America brought the four participants much closer together.
Incidentally, Onyxia also bought a manor near Jaina's home and began to steadily cultivate her image as a descendant of nobility.
As the days went by, Levin's carefree summer vacation gradually came to an end.
Another school year begins.
Levin had his luggage ready and went to the platform with Cirella.
"Hey, Ciri, and Levin too!"
Penelope, with her long curly hair, spotted the two who had just crossed the wall and walked over quickly, greeting them cheerfully.
"Long time no see, Penelope!"
"Hello, senior."
“I saw you guys in the newspaper again,” Penelope said in surprise. “You guys seem to get into trouble wherever you go… I mean, you always seem to encounter adventures.”
“It’s really not our fault this time; you know we were invited by the Ministry of Magic,” Levin emphasized. “But at least it’s been an experience…”
Just as Cerella and Penelope were talking about their summer experiences in South America, an excited voice interrupted their conversation.
"Ah, Penelope!"
It's Percy Weasley.
Percy walked along, smoothing his bright red hair and deliberately puffing out his chest so Penelope could see his gleaming 720 badge.
His expression was just like that of a peacock spreading its tail feathers.
Even Ciri let out a snicker.
Penelope glared at them reproachfully, then turned to Percy.
“When did I give you permission to call me by my name?” Penelope raised her head and read the words on the badge: “Student Council President?”
Percy smiled broadly and puffed out his chest in a show of defiance toward Levin beside him.
"It wasn't me who stole your girl." Levin glanced at Ciri beside him, feeling annoyed, as if he had been unfairly blamed.
Don't be fooled by Ciri's demure and submissive demeanor next to Levin.
With her beautiful face, dashing personality, and striking charisma, she would definitely be hailed as a "lesbian heartthrob" online.
It's practically a human-shaped trap.
Seeing Levin's discomfiture, Ciri covered her mouth, looking smug.
Fortunately, Percy had his own people to deal with him.
“Congratulations, Percy, but I have one too.” Penelope pulled an almost identical badge from her pocket. “So there’s nothing to brag about.”
Percy didn't argue; instead, he laughed even harder.
Just then, the train whistle blew a long blast, seemingly urging them to hurry up and board the train.
Percy picked up his luggage, glanced at Penelope, and wanted to take the initiative to carry her luggage onto the train before Levin and Cirella could.
But as soon as he picked up Penelope's luggage, he immediately put it down, his face turning bright red.
"This luggage is so heavy! Penelope, what did you put in it?" Percy rubbed his aching arms vigorously.
"Is this thing heavy?" Ciri looked at Percy strangely, picked up her suitcase with one hand, and boarded the train lightly with Levin and Penelope, leaving Percy staring wide-eyed and blushing.
"Am I really not even as strong as a girl?" he murmured.
As expected of the kind-hearted Ciri, she was just gloating over Levin's misfortune, but as soon as she found an opportunity, she made Percy lose face, which can be considered revenge for Levin.
What makes you, Percy Weasley, think you can out-strength a woman who dares to face a black dragon head-on with a sword?
Seeing that the mortal's fly had been swatted away, Penelope laughed.
But she soon became less happy.
“Sorry, Ciri, I can’t sit with you. I have to go to another compartment and then I have to patrol the train!” Penelope said sullenly, suddenly realizing that becoming the president of the girls’ council wasn’t entirely a good thing.
“It’s okay, we can stay with them.” Levin raised his head and cheerfully greeted Hermione, Harry, and the others who were peeking out from a distance.
He couldn't wait for Jiong, the guy who was trying to steal his wife, to leave.
"Alright! I'll be going now."
Penelope pursed her lips as she watched the group approaching from a distance, tossed her beautiful curly hair, and turned away without a second thought.
Ciri waved goodbye to her best friend, then walked with Levin toward Hermione and the others.
There were only four empty seats in the cubicle, but there were five of them in total.
If you insist on sitting together,
Ron would have to sit on Harry's lap.
If it weren't for what happened last semester, Harry might have been happy to accept it, after all, Ron was his best friend.
But ever since he unintentionally cast "Love's Protection" on Ron, rumors have begun to circulate that the two of them have a relationship that goes beyond friendship.
Then everyone looked at them with a mixture of strange and understanding.
After all, this is the land of the dead.
From that moment on, Harry knew he had to avoid suspicion.
Since his friend felt awkward, Levin had no choice but to reluctantly sacrifice himself.
There's nothing I can do; he's just that kind-hearted.
So he decided to squeeze in with Ciri and Hermione.
The three of them, one man and two women, sat close together on a sofa that could only accommodate two people.
The slightly ambiguous atmosphere made Hermione's neck turn red, and she was eager to find a topic to ease the awkwardness.
Then she noticed that a strange man sleeping soundly by the window in the next cubicle caught her attention.
The man was wearing a tattered wizard's robe, patched in many places. Judging by his face, he wasn't too old, but his short, light brown hair had turned white, making him look sickly and listless.
It's important to know that the Hogwarts Express is generally a student-only train.
Apart from the witch pushing a snack cart, they had hardly ever seen any other adults on the vehicle before.
"Hey, look over there!" Hermione exclaimed in surprise, gesturing for her companions to look over.
“Do you know who he is?” Ron asked in a low voice.
“Remus Lupin,” Levin and Hermione said in unison.
"How did you know?" Ron stared in disbelief. "Was it prophetic magic? Did you preview the divination lessons? That's amazing! You're truly exceptional, Levin!"
“No, I think it’s logical reasoning.” Harry adjusted his glasses and joined the conversation. “I remember when I was in elementary school, Levin recommended a series of books called ‘The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes.’ Sherlock Holmes was able to uncover the truth behind one difficult case after another through careful observation of details and rigorous logical reasoning.”
I guess they just used that trick—Levin can do that.
Levin was both pleased and embarrassed by his two friends' praise.
"Well... actually, the reason isn't that dramatic." He touched his nose and revealed the truth, embarrassed. "I just saw the tag on his suitcase, and his name was written on it."