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.

"Professor Dumbledore, have you ever seen Hogwarts at four in the morning?" Russell said calmly. "From midnight to six o'clock, get six hours of sleep." "From six to eight o'clock, sweat it out in the Forbidden Forest, including but not limited to wrestling with trolls, practicing riding on unicorns, dodging centaurs' arrows, and so on." "From eight to six, be ready for a full day of study." "From six to ten, study late into the night in the library." "From ten to twelve, practice dueling skills in the Room of Requirement." This is the simple yet fulfilling day of Russell Fishthorne, the King of the Curriculum at Hogwarts.

The story begins. Ian thought he was just a little wizard with a bit of talent and a simple [plug-in]—as long as he worked hard, he could become stronger.

However, as time passed, he began to realize something.

The teachers guiding him in magic were either legendary powerhouses or figures straight out of myths.

*"Standing before you is the noble Apostle of the Maze, the Co-Spokesman of the Old Dead, and the heir personally chosen by the founder of Hogwarts!"*

What? The noseless monster wants to make a move?

He must have never heard of the original spell recorded on my Chocolate Frog’s Famous Wizards Collection Card!

Dumbledore: *"That spell…!"*

Dumbledore’s expression changed as Ian recited *"Call of the Guardian Spirit."*

Silver-white threads surged, intertwining and condensing until a familiar figure appeared, one that a certain professor had spent his entire life drowning in guilt over.