A Good Wizard Should Have

A group of people stared at Harry, stunned, their minds momentarily frozen. Harry immediately grabbed Dudley's collar and slammed him against the wall of the alley.

"Dudley Dursley!!"

An almost unbearable growl rumbled from Harry's throat, like the final warning of a furious beast before an attack.

Dudley looked into Harry's green eyes and found himself inexplicably unable to muster any strength. The fat on his face quivered with his lips.

"Don't you ever talk about my parents like that again!"

Dudley was terrified. He nodded repeatedly, his voice choked with tears as he apologized, "I... I didn't mean to, Harry. I was just so angry... I I I... I'll never do it again... I'm sorry, no matter what... I shouldn't have said that..."

Harry released his grip on Dudley's collar and glanced back at the others. The rest of them were lying on the ground, clearly having been significantly affected by the shockwave.

There was no trace of pity in Harry's eyes. On the contrary, if he hadn't been in pain from Dudley's earlier blows, he wouldn't have minded kicking them each one more time right then.

"Don't bother me again," Harry said calmly, then turned and left.

Dudley was still somewhat dazed and could only turn his head, watching Harry limp out of the alley.

However, Harry didn't return to Privet Drive. He went to the community park in Gorse Street, next to Privet Drive, and sat alone on a swing, cradling his head, filled with self-reproach.

He would wait here for someone from the Ministry of Magic.

Uncle Mu En had told him that the Ministry had special Magic Power identification techniques to find wizards who cast magic in front of Muggles and then apprehend them.

He just needed to wait here, for the Ministry people to arrive.

As he thought this, he took off the ring and buried it in the dirt. That way, if he was caught, the Ministry wouldn't find out he had a Casting Implement.

He wouldn't cause any trouble.

With such anxious thoughts, Harry waited until the sky grew dim, but no one came for him.

He looked at the purplish-red sky and murmured to himself, "Could it be... the Ministry didn't find me?"

"Hey!!"

The sudden shout made Harry jump, but he quickly realized whose voice it was.

Turning his head, he saw Uncle Mu En, dressed in a suit, a brown overcoat, and a linen newsboy cap, standing by the entrance.

He raised his hand, took out his pocket watch from his left breast pocket, and checked the time. Then he looked at Harry, "What are you doing? Contemplating life?"

Harry quickly stood up and shook his head, "N-no."

Mu En looked somewhat disappointed, "You're not even contemplating life? Do you have to wait until you're eleven, until you're old, to start thinking?"

"Uh... huh?!"

"That's one absence from work, and you lose a month of weekends," Mu En said, putting his pocket watch back into his clothes. He then added, "Of course, tomorrow is an exception, since we already made plans."

Harry nodded quickly, dug out the ring he had buried, and hurried towards the park entrance.

Mu En glanced at the dirt-covered ring and led the way towards Privet Drive. Harry kept his head down, looking like he had something to say but couldn't.

"So what are you doing sitting here like an idiot?" Mu En asked Harry, "Waiting for the Ministry to come and arrest you?"

Harry blinked in surprise, then nodded.

"A Magic Power outburst is unlikely to attract the Ministry," Mu En explained.

Then, he pulled out a small wooden stick-like Wand. "The Ministry can only detect if you've used magic if you possess a Wand and a Trace has been placed on it."

"What's a Trace?" Harry looked up.

"As it stands, it's a form of safeguard. It can detect if underage wizards have cast magic outside of a Magic School without authorization. This is a derivative of the 1875 Statute of Reasonably Restraining Underage Wizards."

Mu En then put his Wand away. "This statute is specifically for underage wizards. There's also a regulation under the International Confederation of Wizards' Secrecy Law: any magical activity that could draw the attention of non-magical people is a serious violation. This rule applies to wizards of all ages. And as long as it attracts the attention of ordinary people, it's a violation, regardless of whether you used magic or not."

Harry recalled the events and asked with confusion, "Then I should have violated the latter, the International Confederation of Wizards' Secrecy Law!"

Mu En nodded, confirming, "That's right, you broke the law."

Mu En then looked ahead, "But what of it? How would the Ministry monitor it?"

"Is... that so?"

Mu En nodded, then looked at Harry sternly, "But one thing we must be sure of is that this doesn't mean we can act with impunity."

Harry shivered and shook his head, "No, I won't."

As he spoke, he thought of what had happened after school and looked up, meeting Mu En's gaze with determination, "Wouldn't that make me like Dudley? I wouldn't stoop to being that kind of person."

"Dudley? So that's why you couldn't control your Magic Power?" Mu En raised an eyebrow, finally understanding some of the reason.

Harry nodded with some disappointment, "Yeah... he said some things... I couldn't hold back..."

Finally, he added, "I'm sorry, Uncle Mu En, I didn't manage to control my emotions..."

Mu En shook his head. Harry had already gained control over his Magic Power, yet he still caused a magical outburst unintentionally.

Although it wasn't clear what Dudley had said, it was certain that the words were absolutely vile.

Mu En didn't blame Harry for his actions. He shook his head:

"Control your emotions and stay rational. I want you to maintain a clear mind at all times, not to become an indifferent person.

You did nothing wrong, there's no need to apologize."

As he spoke, Mu En turned and carefully examined Harry from head to toe: the traces of blood not wiped from his nose, his disheveled clothes, his bruised cheeks…

"However… originally, the next step was supposed to be brain development work. After thinking about it, perhaps I should change direction," Mu En said.

"Change direction?" Harry looked at Mu En, somewhat confused.

Mu En turned around, facing the afterglow of the setting sun, and slowly raised both arms, his right hand clenched into a fist, and his left hand raised to point at the sky.

The setting sun cast its light from behind Mu En, as if he were cloaked in holy light.

From within the shadows, Harry seemed to glimpse a perfect physique, like a classical Greek sculpture.

"An excellent wizard should naturally possess a body of gold!" Mu En's voice descended along with the setting sun.

Then…

With a poof, Mu En's stomach bulged out.

"Ugh… I can't hold it in anymore!" Mu En slumped like a deflated balloon, touching his suddenly appearing belly with a hint of helplessness. "I've gained so much weight recently…"