"Uh… Sorry, Master. I've just been a little busy with my studies."
Noah scratched his nose, feeling a bit embarrassed after hearing the Ancient One's gentle rebuke.
Now that he thought about it, he'd only written one letter to her in the entire past year. Just one.
Anyone else in the magical world would've gone mad with excitement at having the opportunity to communicate with the Sorcerer Supreme herself. If someone from another magical society had the chance Noah did, they'd probably send letters daily—assuming the Ancient One wouldn't mind, of course.
After all, she was the most powerful sorcerer in the world. Who wouldn't want to build a close relationship with her?
But Noah hadn't done that—not because he didn't value her mentorship, but honestly, he never really knew what to write. Plus, after dealing with Voldemort's nonsense, the whole owl-post thing kind of slipped his mind.
Also… who even knew where that owl had flown off to?
"Busy with schoolwork? Are you sure?" the Ancient One asked with a subtle smile, her calm gaze making Noah squirm a little.
After a pause, Noah sighed and shook his head. "Okay, fine. It wasn't just studies. It's been… a whole bunch of stuff. For example, there was this Basilisk that had been lurking in the school for God knows how long, attacking students. And we kinda stumbled into that mess."
"You handled it?"
"Yeah. I had to use some elemental magic. Mixed in a few things I read in your notes to craft a fire spell. Problem was… I couldn't open my eyes while fighting it."
"And what happened next?"
"After that, we found a Horcrux—it belonged to Voldemort. But we were a little late. He'd already started using that life-sacrificing body swap ritual. So I had no choice but to step in and take him down."
The Ancient One nodded thoughtfully. It seemed Noah's school life wasn't as mundane as one might assume.
Still, one thing did catch her attention. It didn't surprise her that Noah could kill a Basilisk. Other than its cursed eyes, it was still, at the end of the day, a snake—and snakes feared fire. With Noah's control of fire magic, it was more than doable.
What did surprise her was that he had trouble dealing with Voldemort's Horcrux. Even in a half-resurrected state through Dark Rituals, Tom Riddle shouldn't have been a serious match for someone of Noah's potential.
She had sensed it the moment she saw him—his magic power had become incredibly refined and powerful.
But then Noah added, as if reading her mind, "Oh, by the way, that version of Voldemort was around sixteen. A Horcrux from his younger years. His level was about the same as mine, but I had the edge with elemental magic."
"Ah… that makes sense," the Ancient One said, nodding in understanding.
A teenage Voldemort, even as brilliant as he was back then, was still no match for the current Noah.
What truly intrigued her was how far Noah had come in such a short time. The last time they met, he was already exceptional. But now? Now he was closer to a magical prodigy.
She could see it clearly—he hadn't wasted a single day at Hogwarts. He had worked hard and studied even harder.
"It looks like you're thriving in school. I glanced at your academic records earlier—number one in the entire school?"
"Yeah," Noah muttered, lips twitching. "But I'm tied with five others."
"Still, that's something to be proud of." The Ancient One smiled softly. "But I didn't come here just to praise you. I'm here because of your letter."
"My letter? I thought I explained everything clearly?"
"You did. Very thoroughly, in fact. But I still want to hear your thoughts personally—why you proposed this idea. Once I hear that, I'll decide what actions to take."
Noah scratched his chin. So that's what this was about.
To be honest, whether it was the pros and cons of the mage classification system he had proposed or his private request for Ms. Haifin to help enhance magical capacity, he wasn't sure which part she wanted to focus on.
After a few seconds of silence, he asked, "Teacher, what exactly do you want to hear?"
"I want to understand your thought process," she replied. "In your letter, you discussed the benefits and drawbacks of a formal magical classification system—and I agree with many of your points. But how do you intend to implement it?"
Noah's eyes lit up.
"That part's simple—this needs cooperation from the Ministries of Magic across the globe," he said, confidence returning to his voice. "I think Kamar-Taj could lead the initiative. You'd introduce the framework and share it with the ministries. Then the governments could formally adopt it."
"But have you considered that the ones most likely to resist are the officials inside those ministries?" the Ancient One asked knowingly.
Noah blinked. "Wait… huh?"
It took a moment for it to register.
Right. That was a problem.
Without any current classification system, magical society often judged a wizard's worth through more ambiguous metrics—connections, bloodline, and sometimes pure politics.
Just look at Cornelius Fudge, the current British Minister of Magic. The guy definitely wasn't a powerful wizard. He landed the position mostly through luck and politics, playing nice with the pure-bloods and cutting deals behind the scenes.
So yeah… pushing a classification system would definitely shake things up. And people like Fudge? They'd definitely try to stop it.
Noah rubbed his chin, feeling a headache come on. But when he glanced at the Ancient One and saw the faint smile on her face, he suddenly had an idea.
"You're teasing me, aren't you?"
The Ancient One chuckled.
"Fine," Noah grinned. "Yes, those pure-blood officials will try to block it. But let's not forget—ordinary wizards make up the majority. And just because you're from a noble family doesn't mean your magic's stronger."
"True. You mentioned in the letter that a grading system would motivate wizards to improve. But you didn't explain how to make them accept it. That's the most crucial part, Noah."
She was serious now.
Of course, the Ancient One could force all magical governments to comply through sheer power alone. But she didn't want to rule through fear—she wanted progress, and progress meant collaboration.
Noah thought for a moment, then slowly grinned. "Actually, there are two ways."
"Oh?" The Ancient One leaned forward slightly, intrigued. "Let's hear it."
"Option one: we go full dictatorship. Use your name, your authority. Force every Ministry of Magic to adopt the system. If anyone resists, shut them down—ruthlessly. It'll be fast and effective, but obviously, it'll stir up chaos that'll need time to smooth over."
"And option two?"
"Start with Kamar-Taj and Hogwarts. Roll out the system internally. Let the other magical schools see the benefits for themselves. At Kamar-Taj, it'll ignite competition and growth. At Hogwarts, students will start measuring their growth more clearly. Over time, the system will speak for itself."
Noah explained this second option in detail, clearly more fond of it.
In his vision, a classification system wouldn't just fuel competitiveness—it would also guide students in understanding their own potential. The goal wasn't chaos or division. It was clarity.
Students with high magic power and great academic performance could aim for prestigious careers. Those with high power but weaker academics might become Aurors. And students with strong theory but weaker raw power? They'd still have places in the Magical Law Department or Magical Research.
By the end, the Ancient One was nodding thoughtfully. Noah's second plan was more time-consuming—but also much more sustainable.
"For us sorcerers," she said quietly, "a little extra time is hardly an issue."
Just as she was pondering, Noah suddenly added, "Actually, I've got another idea… What if we created a Magic University?"
"A Magic University?" The Ancient One raised an eyebrow. "You mean… like the ones in the non-magical world?"
"Exactly!" Noah said brightly. "We could select top-performing students from magic schools worldwide, bring them to Kamar-Taj for advanced studies, and teach them how to enhance their magical power. Naturally, you'd oversee the selection process."
He paused. "Think about it. If we do this right, the future Ministers of Magic, department heads, and elite magicians will all come from this system."
The Ancient One stared at him for a long time, lips twitching.
"You're ridiculously ambitious," she said softly. "It's almost childish… But strangely enough—it might just work."
Right now, the magical world was stagnant. Senior wizards hoarded knowledge. Most ordinary wizards used only basic spells for daily life. Innovation was rare. Passion, even rarer.
She knew it better than anyone—yet she hadn't been able to change it herself.
But this boy… this student who had quietly grown powerful, defeated dark creatures, and aced his exams—this cheeky genius might actually be able to pull it off.
And that thought… gave her hope.
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