Isaac put away the three ten-pound notes Mrs.
Granger had just paid him and began packing up his small stall.
The stall amounted to very little—just two small chairs, a folding tea table, and a sign.
Mrs.
Granger instinctively reached out to help, only to find that Isaac picked the items up as if they weighed nothing at all.
Was he just light on his feet, or was the boy naturally that strong?
“Mrs.
Granger, don’t be anxious.
Your worries will be resolved tomorrow.”
It wasn’t until Isaac’s figure had completely disappeared from view that Mrs.
Granger finally snapped out of her daze.
“Hermione…” Mrs.
Granger looked at her daughter.
Could that boy truly be one of her daughter’s kind?
If so, had he received an admission letter from Hogwarts?
Hermione was no longer her usual quick-witted self; after all, she was only an eleven-year-old girl.
When faced with a situation that completely shattered her worldview, her brain couldn’t help but crash.
Fortunately, a young mind is resilient, and young Hermione suddenly spotted a blind spot.
“So, regardless of anything else, we just have to wait until tomorrow, right, Mum?”
Whether Hermione Granger could achieve greatness in the niche field of magic was a question too far off to predict, for either Hermione or Mrs.
Granger.
But now, there were only a dozen or so hours left until tomorrow, and even counting the entirety of the next day, it was only thirty-something hours.
This was the best chance for the Granger family to verify Isaac’s prophecy.
“Yes, Hermione.
Let’s go home!” Isaac had already left; there was no point in Mrs.
Granger and her daughter standing there like fools.
So, she took her daughter home.
The moment the mother and daughter walked through the door, they saw Mr.
Granger pacing back and forth in the living room, looking incredibly excited.
It was a scene identical to the one that had played out not long ago.
It was the exact same look of astonishment Mr.
Granger had worn when he first learned his daughter might receive an admission letter from a school of magic.
“Dear, they replied!
Just like last time, the letter was delivered right to the house by an owl, and I even treated it to some jerky!
The letter says a Hogwarts professor will visit our home tomorrow morning!”
“Mum, tomorrow!
It’s tomorrow!” Hermione’s eyes lit up at first, but then worry and anxiety filled her large eyes.
Oh no, it seemed children in the magical world possessed some kind of powerful talent.
She felt completely ordinary; how was she supposed to compete?
“So, you stayed there for the better part of the day just to wait for a Muggle and a Muggle-born witch?”
An old man appeared beside Isaac out of nowhere.
The man was gaunt, yet full of spirit.
Like Isaac, he had platinum-blonde hair and heterochromatic eyes.
“Don’t tell me you can’t see the future of that little girl, Gellert.
She is the future Minister of Magic, after all.”
Isaac’s tone was frivolous; there wasn’t a shred of respect for the Minister of Magic in his voice.
“Wow, Minister of Magic, what a prominent future.” The elderly Grindelwald feigned admiration, and then his performance collapsed on the spot.
Just a Minister of Magic…
he didn’t know how many Ministers of Magic he had toyed with in his youth.
Now that he was old, was he supposed to be greatly impressed by a “future” Minister of Magic?
“Isaac, you’re talking about a future without you.”
“Forget it, I don’t think I’ll go to the Ministry of Magic to be a beast of burden.
Maybe I’ll stay at Hogwarts and take over Dumbledore’s job instead, how about that?”
“Aha, I’m suddenly looking forward to seeing you as the Headmaster of Hogwarts.” Grindelwald smiled enigmatically, and then his figure faded away.
Isaac was already used to Grindelwald’s elusiveness.
Ever since he awakened his prophecy talent during a magical outburst in his childhood, he had been able to see this old man’s figure.
According to Grindelwald, this was two seers conversing across the river of time.
Also, according to Grindelwald, it should have been Isaac who went to Nurmengard Castle to pester him first.
This interaction across time was a bit of a mess for the two seers, but at least Grindelwald’s appearance gave Isaac a chance to understand the magical world.
Isaac Valdore harbored a secret that even Grindelwald didn’t know: he was a transmigrator.
Magic, something Isaac had only seen in literature and films in his previous life, had actually become reality.
Perhaps because he had read Harry Potter in his previous life, when he broke through the mystery of the womb, he gained the exact same talent as Grindelwald.
Prophecy.
To be honest, he had countless expectations for his own magical journey.
But the most important thing now was to get to Hogwarts, attend school, and grow up.
After all, an eleven-year-old brat couldn’t do much of anything.
Not long after, Isaac arrived home—or what could be called “home,” at least.
Isaac was originally an orphan, a wallflower in an orphanage.
Later, when he began to see Grindelwald, Grindelwald offered to help him, and Isaac did not refuse.
Isaac, having just broken through the mystery of the womb, indeed needed to leave the inconvenient environment of the orphanage.
With his talent for prophecy, Isaac was confident he wouldn’t do poorly in the future, but it was highly inconvenient to accomplish anything as a child.
As for whether Grindelwald had any ulterior motives toward him…
to put it bluntly, if Grindelwald really had any motives, how could Isaac, a mere child, resist?
Seers weren’t omnipotent, especially since the Grindelwald on the other side of time was an even more veteran seer.
Besides, the Acolytes who once followed Grindelwald weren’t all dead yet.
When a person just comes into contact with an unfamiliar field, and a legendary figure in that field extends a helping hand to solve their urgent needs, it changes everything.
Since then, the big shot would meet with him every few days, occasionally asking if there were any difficulties in life and answering questions about the magical world.
To Isaac, such a figure was simply a benefactor.
Grindelwald really had helped, even explaining basic common-sense matters about the magical world for Isaac.
If Isaac truly had the ability to repay Grindelwald in the future, it shouldn’t be difficult—at worst, he could find a way to send Dumbledore to Nurmengard to keep him company.
This was definitely a grand gift that Grindelwald would find hard to refuse.
Arriving at the front door, the old butler was already waiting.
The old man bowed slightly when he saw Isaac approach.
“Young Master Isaac, you have returned.”
“Good evening, Anthony.”
This old butler came with the house; at first, Isaac assumed he was one of Grindelwald’s fanatical followers.
But after a long time, he realized the man was actually just an ordinary person who had chosen to serve Grindelwald for life simply because he was captivated by the man’s personal charisma.
Old Mr.
Anthony would likely never have had the chance to actually serve Grindelwald in his lifetime.
It wasn’t until Isaac appeared that the old man’s fate was altered.
Just as Isaac walked through the door, he heard a flapping of wings.
He and Anthony turned around at the same time and saw an owl swooping down.
The owl’s sharp talons were clutching a letter.
His Hogwarts acceptance letter had arrived.