The Otter-Like Little Witch

Harry sat on his bed and waved his wand at the teacup before him. The teacup immediately twisted and transformed into a loaf of bread.

This level of Transfiguration might seem like something most wizards could accomplish, but Harry knew it was completely different.

His Transfiguration could create permanent transformations!

He had used Transfiguration to pry loose a vast amount of otherwise inaccessible magic power, altering this Transfiguration into a permanent one.

The transformed bread would exist permanently and possessed every characteristic of bread.

Thus, the rule against eating transformed food did not apply to Harry.

He could now turn anything into food and water, which held enormous significance.

When he later ventured alone into unfamiliar dimensions to explore, he would no longer need to carry large quantities of food and water.

Thus, only a month after entering the Wizarding World, Harry had already achieved one of alchemy's greatest accomplishments.

He could turn any substance into gold, a power supposedly possessed only by the legendary Philosopher's Stone.

When Harry began changing the Wizarding World, he planned to use Transfiguration to earn funds. This, too, held strategic significance.

Over the past month, aside from Transfiguration, Harry had also attempted to make his own wand.

However, unlike his enormous breakthrough in Transfiguration, wandmaking had made almost no progress.

First, he found it difficult to integrate magical materials without using Runic Glyphs. The magical structure within the wand was always a complete mess.

Second, even when he occasionally managed to integrate the magical materials, the wands he created were not suited to him.

Only then did Harry finally understand why Ollivanders Wand Shop had so many wands. It seemed there really was some truth to the saying that the wand chose the wizard.

Perhaps even Mr. Ollivander could not precisely create a wand suited to a particular wizard and could only let the wand "choose" for itself.

Time passed quickly. On the first day of September, Aunt Petunia cautiously knocked on Harry's door.

"Harry, time to get up. Today is your first day of school."

After hearing movement inside, Aunt Petunia carefully left and went to the living room. After saying, "I'm an idiot," she used Telekinetic Magic to place the food on the dining table.

Harry got up. He had long since placed most of his luggage inside the Pocket Dimension. Outside, he only had Hathaway and a shoulder bag containing his Wizard Robe.

While eating, Harry gave them one final warning.

"Don't cast magic in front of other people. If the Ministry of Magic finds out and throws you into Azkaban, I won't save you."

The Dursley family hurriedly nodded.

After taking Uncle Vernon's car to King's Cross Station and bidding farewell to the Dursley family, Harry made his way alone to the space between Platforms Nine and Ten.

The acceptance letter said that he needed to board at Platform Nine and Three-Quarters. Harry had no doubts about it; it was probably some kind of magic.

Sure enough, he sensed the presence of magic in the stone pillar between Platforms Nine and Ten and quickly understood its precise function.

Just as he was about to enter Platform Nine and Three-Quarters, he noticed a family of three standing nearby. They seemed to be looking for something and appeared rather anxious.

Harry quickly sensed the magic power within the fluffy-haired Little Witch who resembled an otter and immediately guessed what was troubling them.

So kind-hearted Harry walked over and asked with a bright smile, "I think you might need some help. I'm also a new student at Hogwarts."

The Granger couple were extremely anxious. The Hogwarts Express would be leaving soon, yet they still had not found Platform Nine and Three-Quarters.

Then they suddenly heard a voice beside them. Turning toward it, they saw a tall, thin boy standing there.

What had he said? He was a new student at Hogwarts too?

Thank heavens, they were saved!

Mr. Granger hurriedly lowered his head and said, "Thank you, Young Wizard. I'm Granger, and we really do need your help.

"We've been searching for ages, but we can't find Platform Nine and Three-Quarters. Could you tell us where it is?"

"Of course. Please follow me." Harry led the Granger family to the stone pillar between the two stations and said to the otter-like Little Witch, "Do as I do. You need to jog toward it, and then you'll be able to enter Platform Nine and Three-Quarters. But your parents can't come in. This entrance only allows wizards with magic power to enter."

Harry was the first to jog toward the stone pillar. Amid the Granger couple's cries of alarm, he did not smash his head against it. Instead, he vanished the moment he touched the pillar.

Mr. Granger stroked his daughter's hair. "Go on, Hermione. Take good care of yourself at Hogwarts, and don't forget to thank that Young Wizard."

"Of course. Of course I will."

After passing through the stone pillar and entering Platform Nine and Three-Quarters, Harry turned back and found that behind him was now a wrought-iron archway.

However, he could still sense the magic power behind him. The passage was still there.

Harry looked ahead and surveyed this platform reserved for wizards. Soon, his brow furrowed slightly.

Compared to the outside world, this platform was even more rundown. Even the Hogwarts Express standing there was an old model, still powered by steam.

Good heavens, what are all these antiques?

White smoke drifted from the locomotive and spread through the platform. Chattering people came and went, while cats of every color lazily wandered around people's feet.

Owls screeched overhead, answering one another. Most students had already entered the train cars and were calling out farewells to their relatives outside.

The scene was lively, but Harry felt even more worried.

Could such a stagnant Wizarding World truly withstand the invasion of the Dimensional Demon?

Just as Harry was lost in thought, he suddenly felt something lightly bump into his back. Then a clear cry of pain came from behind him.

"Ah!"

Turning around, he saw the Little Witch named Hermione sprawled on the ground, while the luggage on her trolley had scattered everywhere.

After a moment's thought, Harry understood what had happened.

Because he had not immediately moved away from the passage exit, Hermione, who had run through it, had collided with him.

His body was constantly strengthened by Magic Power Reinforcement, so he was completely unharmed, but Hermione had been knocked down by the recoil.

Harry hurried over, used Telekinetic Magic to put the luggage back onto the trolley, and helped the poor Little Witch to her feet.

The Little Witch was tougher than Harry had expected. Although she had been knocked down and had even scraped her knee, she did not cry. Instead, she looked at Harry curiously.

"Wandless and Nonverbal Casting—you aren't a new student, are you? I learned from the Book of Spells that this is a highly advanced casting technique, something even adult wizards find difficult to achieve."

A golden magic circle appeared on Harry's palm and swept over the Little Witch's scraped knee. The bleeding knee immediately returned to its fair complexion.

He smiled and replied, "It's not that difficult. As long as you practice hard, you can do it too. And yes, I really am a first-year student."