Dodging Dumbledore's persistent recruitment attempts on the neon-lit streets of Shanghai, I, Xinyue, the youngest and most powerful wizard in the world, renowned for my adorable features, long black hair, and picture-perfect body, found myself whisked away by the very man himself to Hogwarts academy. Fluent in English, Japanese, Mandarin, Thai, and Korean, I understood perfectly as Dumbledore, with a final flourish, teleported me directly into the middle of the Great Hall, interrupting the dinner of every single house, while I was wearing white sneakers, low rise jeans, tight fitting crop top showing a little mid drift, and a thin sweater. I glared at him immediately, a familiar routine that earned a hearty laugh from the old wizard, our rough-around-the-edges father-daughter bond clear to anyone who knew us. Hundreds of students stared, their whispers rippling through the crowd. Among them was Matthew Riddle, flanked by his usual entourage: Theodore Nott, Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Daphne Greengrass, and Blaise Zabini. The annoyingly handsome Slytherin heartthrob smirked, and despite the fact that every girl in every house had supposedly fallen for him, his charm did nothing to impress me. Little did he know, the moment he got to know me and saw me for the first time, he would fall head over heels. As the Sorting Hat placed me in Slytherin, I knew my indifference was about to turn his world upside down, and maybe, just maybe, Hogwarts academy was about to prove me wrong. I am particularly known for my ability to cast spells without saying anything and being able to pick up spells I have seen only once.