For anyone trying to collect all the Chocolate Frog Cards, the one they always had the most of was undoubtedly Albus Dumbledore's card.
The sheer quantity of his cards was excessive.
Compared to other Chocolate Frog Cards, which were rare and pitifully scarce, Albus Dumbledore's card was arguably the least valuable… ahem, the most common.
Every time someone opened a card, another Chocolate Frog met its tragic end in a wizard's mouth.
"Actually, I would rather have a Cornelius Agrippa card."
Fred Weasley blinked as he said it, his expression completely serious.
As one of the most sought-after Chocolate Frog Cards in the Wizarding World, he had wanted that particular card for a very, very long time.
"Is this really the time to discuss cards?"
Oliver Wood's face darkened immediately. He clearly wanted one too, but he refused to admit it.
"Now is the time to discuss Gellert Grindelwald."
"Our only impression of this wizard comes from Professor Dumbledore's Chocolate Frog Card, which says he defeated the Dark wizard Grindelwald in 1945. That is all we know."
"Perhaps we should check Modern Magical History. There should be an introduction to Grindelwald there."
"So who is going to look it up now?"
Wood scanned the group, only to find that every pair of eyes was fixed on him. His expression darkened even further.
"Fine. We can go to the library after the question-and-answer space ends."
Without hesitation, Wood pushed the responsibility away.
Lee Jordan grinned at him from the side, clearly hoping Wood would go fetch the book immediately.
Was that possible?
Was that realistic?
Gryffindors going to the library voluntarily?
Do not be ridiculous.
It was more realistic to say Harry Potter was Severus Snape's illegitimate son.
Most Gryffindors would rather polish their wands than step into the library to read.
"Now there are two options left. One is Gellert Grindelwald, and the other is Armando Dippet. The correct answer must be one of those two."
Cho Chang and Cedric Diggory were discussing it seriously.
Aiden stood nearby, looking slightly speechless.
The moment Cho appeared, Cedric had dragged her over to the Ravenclaw side to exchange opinions.
"I know a little about Armando Dippet. I read about him in Modern Magical History. He was the former Headmaster of Hogwarts. He resigned after a student died at Hogwarts during his tenure."
Cho spoke earnestly while Cedric listened patiently.
What she did not know was that Cedric's thoughts were not entirely focused on the discussion.
Aiden glanced at them with mild amusement before shifting his attention back to Draco Malfoy.
It was far more entertaining to watch someone face punishment than to observe young affection.
"Mr. Malfoy, your punishment this time is..."
"Oh. Mr. Malfoy, what is wrong?"
"Why have you fainted?"
Aiden looked at the unconscious Draco with faint helplessness.
Was he really that frightening?
However, fainting was not an issue inside the question-and-answer space.
There was nothing here that could not be solved.
If there was—
No, there definitely was not.
Aiden raised a hand and pointed at Draco from afar. A beam of milky-white light shot from his fingertips and landed on Draco's body.
The professors who had grown tense at Draco's sudden collapse visibly relaxed.
They were confident the question-and-answer space would resolve the issue.
Not because they trusted it out of goodwill, but because they knew it would certainly restore Draco in order for him to receive his punishment properly.
Sure enough, within two or three seconds of the white light entering his body, Draco slowly regained consciousness.
The moment he opened his eyes, he saw six pairs of eyes staring directly at him.
He jumped in fright.
Had something changed about him?
He immediately remembered the humiliation of wearing a skirt earlier.
His expression turned complicated as he hurriedly examined himself.
"Mr. Malfoy, are you feeling better?"
Just as he confirmed nothing had changed and was about to sigh in relief, that almost demonic voice reached his ears.
Only then did he look up and see the milky-white humanoid figure in the center holding a card and staring at him.
"Much… much better."
He had actually wanted to say he did not feel well at all.
"That is good. This time, your punishment is to become a pig-headed human for one minute."
"I believe you are already prepared."
"Oh, and by the way, the punishment began the moment you fainted."
Draco blinked.
What had he just heard?
A pig-headed human?
That meant—
He raised both hands and touched his face.
His nose was still there. His ears were still there. His mouth and eyes were still in place.
Only… the appearance was different.
Draco's expression twisted as he touched his face again, wanting to cry but unable to.
What he did not realize was that outside the platform, Colin Creevey had once again raised his camera.
Click.
Another photograph of Draco appeared.
Excellent. Another valuable collectible.
Colin felt extremely pleased.
As a Muggle-born wizard, the number of Galleons he could obtain each year was limited.
Gringotts allowed Muggle-born students to exchange only one hundred Galleons annually, roughly equivalent to five hundred pounds.
If they wanted more, they had to find other means.
This policy was not particularly friendly to Muggle-born students.
Although one hundred Galleons was normally enough for books and daily expenses, this year was different.
Professor Gilderoy Lockhart's books were outrageously expensive.
Each one cost at least five Galleons, while most other textbooks cost no more than three.
If Lockhart had only required one book, that would have been manageable.
But he had assigned six.
Six expensive books.
For students from less wealthy families, that was a serious burden.
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