Being a Ninja in the World of "Neville Longbottom"—Was Something Wrong Here?

Sirius glanced at Old Malfoy. "Cousin-in-law? That's right. What you mentioned is exactly the one regret I've always had."

At that moment, Harriett Potter arrogantly raised her chin and said to the slick-haired Little Malfoy, "Hey, Malfoy, what did you put in your hair? I feel like even flies would slip when they landed on it~"

The little girl's words carried a double meaning~ Sirius smiled smugly, while Old Malfoy merely glanced over without moving.

Little Malfoy, meanwhile, clutched his head and glared at her, full of anger he dared not voice.

After all, the two sides were relatives. Even if they did not get along, they could not start fighting in the street, could they?

Besides, that elegant lady had been holding onto Sirius. She even patted Harriett's shoulder, signaling for her not to be so sharp-tongued toward someone her own age.

With that lady in the middle, and Old Malfoy realizing that neither he nor his son could gain the upper hand verbally, they slipped away after only a few words.

After both sides had left, Ted went to the broom shop and asked the clerk about Mr. Black.

By now, Ted was a familiar face in Diagon Alley. Who did not know that this "street loafer" wandered through every shop every day, watching the excitement and casually lending a hand?

The clerk said, "You mean Mr. Black? He's Sirius Black, heir to the ancient Pure-blood family Black. Ms. Olivia is his wife, and little Harriett is their adopted daughter..."

The broom shop clerk was quite the gossip and knew the Black family fairly well. He told Ted quite a few "secrets" he knew.

Back at the Leaky Cauldron.

Ted said, "Let me sort this out..."

Never mind the two Celestial Conjunctions.

Because Harry had become the girl Harriett, when Voldemort learned of that prophecy, he chose Neville, who also met the conditions, as his great enemy.

The result was still the same: he got himself killed~ and conveniently created The Boy Who Lived.

The difference was that Harriett Potter's parents, James Potter and Lily Potter, had not escaped disaster either.

Very shortly after Voldemort fell, they were ambushed and killed by a group of elite Death Eaters.

According to the broom shop clerk, Potter's close friend had betrayed them.

There was no need to think about it. It had to be Peter Pettigrew.

Fine, he had already accepted Neville as the savior. So what was one more Harriett Potter? Hahaha, hahahaha~~~ Come on, come on, let the storm rage even fiercer!

When Ted had first learned that he had transmigrated into the world of Harry Potter—I'm definitely going to reach the peak of life.

When he learned that the savior was Neville and Harry had become Harriett—I was joking. Staying alive is enough.

The last time his mindset had changed so drastically was after he had graduated from university and spent several years muddling through society.

But now, he could accept relatively calmly that this world was not what he had imagined.

Ted discovered that ever since awakening Mind Power, he had gained greater control over unusual emotions.

A mountain could collapse before him without changing his expression; a deer could rise to his left without making him blink. One who held thunder in his heart while wearing the face of a still lake could be entrusted with command of an army~ Mind Mages were broadly divided into two schools: mind control and wild thinkers.

The former emphasized exploring and controlling one's own mind. The latter indulged and stimulated extreme emotions and feelings in pursuit of stronger psychic power.

Ted was clearly walking the former path.

With Ted's eager anticipation, August arrived.

The moment Ted opened his eyes, he sensed a system notification.

"Ding~ Talent Otherworldly Knowledge (Gold) activated. Obtained knowledge: Chakra Refining Technique (Green)."

Chakra Refining Technique (Green): Records the method used by Leaf Ninja to extract chakra by combining physical and spiritual energy. Requires 250 experience to exchange.

It was a card with a green border. In the image, a person sat cross-legged with both hands forming a seal, while blue energy flowed through vein-like channels within their body.

"This..." Ted rubbed his chin.

This time, Otherworldly Knowledge did not seem very impressive.

Being a ninja in "Harry Potter"—no! In the world of "Neville Longbottom"—was something wrong here? Compared to chakra, Magic Power clearly has a better future. It's not like I have Otsutsuki bloodline~ And a single Chakra Refining Technique costs 250 experience? This is robbery! You look like a two-fifty to me!

Was this not something Leaf Ninja students learned when they were five or six?

Besides, without matching ninja techniques, it was basically useless, right? It seemed not all Otherworldly Knowledge was useful.

No, it should be said that much knowledge from other worlds was even harmful.

He would have to be more careful in the future and learn to choose wisely.

He could only give up on this Otherworldly Knowledge. Exchanging 250 experience for something useless was truly unwise.

Sigh, he had been eagerly waiting for half a month, only for it to be useless. Sure enough, eight or nine things out of ten in life went against one's wishes.

A bird in the hand was worth ten in the forest. He should focus on magic and psychic power instead.

Psychic power claimed that the greater one's heart, the greater one's strength. Willpower was the core, and it mainly depended on one's mental attribute.

With no existing psychic abilities for him to study or use as reference, he could only develop them gradually on his own.

Magic, on the other hand, used one's will to mobilize Magic Power and pry at reality. It also mainly depended on one's mental attribute.

The two complemented each other quite well.

Ted made two wooden balls and rolled them in his hands whenever he had nothing to do, using psychic power or Magic Power to make them float and spin.

He hoped this method could strengthen his psychic power and train his control over Magic Power.

Because of his work, as well as his diligent study and practice, Ted learned two more spells in just a few days.

He learned the "Packing Charm" from a clerk at the Magical Creature Pet Shop. The incantation was: Pack and tidy.

This spell could automatically fold clothes and neatly arrange luggage. It was truly an essential spell for home and travel.

He learned the "Bubblehead Charm" from Mr. Giggs, the apothecary owner.

This spell had appeared in the original story. A bubble wrapped around one's head like a helmet, filtering gases or keeping water out underwater while filtering oxygen.

Fleur had used this spell to dive during the Triwizard Tournament.

Aside from diving, this spell was often used when handling materials with irritating odors, or even poisonous fumes.

It was an essential spell for herbologists and potion-makers. (It should also be a perfect substitute for a mask~)

The Bubblehead Charm was Charms Class material for fourth-years, yet Ted had successfully cast it in only two days, leaving Mr. Giggs utterly shocked.

It could only be said that most modern wizards were simply making up the numbers. The peak of their magical ability was when they graduated in their seventh year.

The original story had mentioned it: many adult wizards, even Ministry of Magic employees, could not cast a proper Shield Charm.

And the Shield Charm was only a moderately difficult spell~ Of course, we were the same. After graduation, most knowledge that was not used regularly was returned to the teachers.

Ted diligently farmed experience every day while also working hard to increase the progress of his exploration quest.

There was less than a month until school started. He hoped to complete the quest Explore Diagon Alley (Green) before then.

On the eighth, after Ted finished lunch at the Magical Creature Pet Shop and was about to leave, a clerk called out to him. "Wait, Ted."

"What is it, John?"

"It's like this. You know the shop recently hatched a batch of Talking Raven eggs..."

"Yes, I know. I even took care of them. What happened to them?"

John spread his hands. "It's not a big problem. At least, most of the chicks are fine. But one of them isn't doing so well. It hatched too late and is very weak. I'm afraid it won't be kept..."

Not being kept meant being discarded.

"I was wondering, if you're willing, could you adopt it?" John looked at Ted hopefully.

Anyone who had worked at the Magical Creature Pet Shop for years naturally cared deeply about the animals. John did not want to see that happen.

"Oh, of course. I'm willing. I'll do everything I can to take care of it." Ted agreed.

It was a little creature that had only just opened its eyes, with nothing but stubble-like feathers growing over its body.

Compared to its siblings, who had already grown down and could walk and chirp, it was indeed far too frail.

It looked as if it might die at any moment.

All they could do in such a situation was hope it would pull through.

From that day onward, Ted had to carry a small wooden box with him at all times and feed it once every two hours. At night, he had to feed it once every four hours as well. In other words, he had to wake up at least once in the middle of the night.

Whether Mr. Giggs's nourishing potion had worked or Ted's care had been meticulous, the little raven stubbornly survived the dangerous stage caused by its congenital weakness.

It grew downy feathers, could stagger a few steps, and could let out a couple of childish cries with its beak edged in pale yellow.

Ravens were, after all, the leaders of the corvid family, with astonishing combat power.

They were the largest birds in the order Passeriformes, entirely black with a violet-blue metallic sheen, especially pronounced on their wings. The feathers on their throats and chests were long and lance-shaped. They possessed strong intelligence and social behavior.

Ravens held a rather special status in Britain. Legend said that once ravens flew away from the Tower of London, the British Empire would fall.

That was why the Tower of London had people specially assigned to raise ravens.

It was said that some elderly ravens there were over forty years old!

As magical creatures, Talking Ravens were highly intelligent, and some could even learn to speak.

Naturally, they could also deliver letters in place of owls.

The little thing Ted adopted was especially smart. It reacted to some of Ted's words, as though it could understand him.

Ted named it Anzu—showing just how high his hopes were~ (The Raven God of Outland in World of Warcraft was called Anzu, and it was also a cool mount~)

Please vote for innocent, pitiful, and hungry Anzu to help it grow up quickly.

Once Anzu grows up, it will suck away all the bad luck from every reader!