Many people spend their entire lives trying to find their true talents, but Seamus Finnigan's talent is undeniable. Just imagine, 30 years from now, who could stand up to me, the Demolition Man? Dumbledore? Grindelwald? Voldemort? Even Merlin would have to retreat. ...Ahem, keep a low profile. Keep a low profile.

The story features only one female protagonist, Hermione, with a slow romance and a few minor quirks, and a lot of private plotting. Years later, facing the outstretched hand, this familiar scene reminded Abel Weasley of the night he rode his dragon out of Gringotts. Abel still vividly remembered the socially anxious old man he had known for only one day. He had given him the ability to use magic, and his dreams. Looking at the people around him, Abel recalled many people, and the words Dumbledore had said to him that night: "Abel, many years from now, will you regret picking up that wand?" Abel still remembered his own answer. Glancing at the crowd one last time, he grasped the hand's wrist. "My story ends here. Please continue on for us."

Sylby Krios's childhood was filled with cold metal and endless criticism. He always wanted to escape from this home. After secretly learning the family craft, he finally received a letter to Hogwarts.

"The Days of Child Labor in the Wizarding World"

“It’s not some animal translator.”

"My roommate is the future Dark Lord"

"Magic wands know not to do things they don't like."

"The thing that is wrong with cutting is definitely not the cake"

"Is it wrong for workers to be saviors?"