Ron

When Hermione saw a boy her own age touching her knee, she blushed a little, but quickly cast aside her shyness.

She latched onto the boy and kept asking him questions curiously.

"What spell was that just now? A Healing Spell?

But Healing Spells don't seem to have golden magic circles. What was that golden magic circle just now?

Oh, right, how rude of me. I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Hermione Granger. What about you?"

Listening to the chatter by his ear, Harry did not find it noisy. Lively Hermione reminded him of Gwen.

This Little Witch beside him was somewhat like Gwen—equally studious and clever.

Harry did not mind answering Hermione's questions, but he needed to alter his answers slightly.

He could not reveal information about Kamar-Taj, at least not for now.

After thinking for a moment, he gave her the answer he had prepared.

"I'm Harry Potter. That was a Healing Spell, but not a Healing Spell in the traditional sense.

During the summer, I read Forgotten Ancient Magic and Spells and learned that some Ancient Magic requires magic circles to be cast.

I made a few modifications to the Healing Spell and added a magic circle to it. That enhances its power."

"Oh my God, you haven't even started school yet, and you can already modify spells? That's incredible!

No... wait! What did you say your name was? Harry Potter! The Savior recorded in Modern History of Magic? Waaa..."

Harry immediately covered Hermione's mouth and reminded her, "Shh... keep it down. I don't want anyone else discovering who I am. Otherwise, they'll surround me and stare at me like I'm some kind of animal again. We might even end up late!"

Hermione hurriedly nodded like a little chick, and only then did Harry lower his hand.

Harry made Hermione's luggage float in the air. The two of them entered the train car together, found an empty compartment near the carriage entrance, and placed their luggage on the overhead racks.

Once inside the compartment, with no one around, Miss Hermione still lowered her voice. "So you really are Harry Potter. No wonder you can modify Healing Spells.

I heard you have a Lightning Scar on your forehead. Can I see it?"

Harry satisfied Miss Otter's curiosity, lifting his fringe to reveal the barely noticeable Lightning Scar.

His Lightning Scar had once been dark black, as though he had been struck by lightning, making it extremely conspicuous.

But the Supreme Mage had told him that she had destroyed the Lingering Soul hidden within the scar. As a result, his scar was now flesh-colored and no longer noticeable.

At first, Harry had not known what that Lingering Soul was. Now, he guessed that it was related to the Mysterious Person!

After satisfying her curiosity, Hermione wanted to ask more questions, such as whether Harry had truly seen the Mysterious Person that day.

However, she had learned from Modern History of Magic that Harry's parents had died that day, so Hermione did not ask. She did not want Harry to recall what had happened.

At that moment, the compartment's sliding door opened. A tall, skinny red-haired Young Wizard with a long nose walked in. Pointing at the seats across from Harry and Hermione, he asked, "Is anyone sitting here? Everywhere else is full."

Hermione shook her head. The Young Wizard sat by the window. He did not seem good at talking; as soon as he sat down, he looked out the window, seeming socially anxious.

Suddenly, the Young Wizard noticed something in the window's reflection. He turned and pointed at Harry's forehead. "Oh, Merlin's Beard, what's that? A Lightning Scar?

Could you be the legendary Harry Potter?"

This Young Wizard had sharp eyes. He could see the scar even though its color was very faint.

Harry felt somewhat helpless. Being the Savior might have been an honor to others, but to him, it was only a burden.

The Supreme Mage never needed honors bestowed by others. The Supreme Mage was honor itself.

Harry said, "Yes, I'm Harry Potter. Nice to meet you."

"Hi, Harry. I'm Ron." Unlike Hermione, Ron was clearly not so tactful. He asked without hesitation, "Was that Lightning Scar on your head caused by the Mysterious Person?"

"Yes, but I can't remember it clearly."

"You don't remember anything at all?"

"Mm... I remember some green light, a spell called 'Avada Kedavra,' grieving parents, and a stunned Voldemort. Is that enough?"

"Oh, sorry, I... I didn't mean to." Ron quickly realized what he had just done. His face turned bright red with embarrassment, and he turned to look outside the compartment, not daring to meet Harry's eyes.

It seemed Ron had not asked out of malice. He was different from that blond Young Wizard.

Harry forgave his rudeness.

As the future Supreme Mage, Harry was very strong. Not only was he unafraid of those past memories, he was continuously using magic power to revisit that night.

He tried to obtain more information from the depths of his memories and find Voldemort as soon as possible, then kill him.

He had already gained something. The spell called 'Avada Kedavra' was one such discovery.

However, he knew that his spell was different from the genuine Killing Curse. At first, he had not known that the Killing Curse killed the soul, so he had created a spell based on its green magical trajectory.

The current 'Avada Kedavra' was less a Death Curse than a Disintegration Spell.

It was even more terrifying than the Death Curse, capable of instantly disintegrating both soul and body!

If struck by the Disintegration Spell, even the gods of Asgard would be killed, unless they were immortal, indestructible beings like Dimensional Demons.

Speaking of Dimensional Demons, Harry grew worried again. He had found no information about Dimensional Demons in wizarding books, at most finding some possibly related beings.

Thinking of this, Harry asked Ron, "Ron, is your entire family made up of wizards?"

"Oh, yes, I suppose so..."

"Then have you ever heard of Dimensional Demons?"

"Dimensional Demons?" Ron's little face scrunched up. After a moment, he shook his head. "What are Dimensional Demons? I've never heard of them. What does that mean?"

Harry explained, "A type of higher-dimensional being capable of controlling an entire dimension. They can easily destroy worlds, and most of them harbor deep malice toward humans. They can also develop followers and lend..."

Harry stopped. He did not mention that Dimensional Demons could lend magic power.

After all, lending magic power to other wizards was also part of his future plans.

"That's terrifying. Luckily, Dimensional Demons don't really exist." Ron patted his chest. "But I have heard of a creature similar to a Dimensional Demon God—the legendary Death. However, It isn't nearly as powerful as a Dimensional Demon God. It even needs to deceive people just to collect souls."

Harry knew what Ron was talking about. Death was one of the beings he paid the most attention to; It was the thing in this world most similar to a Dimensional Demon.

The legend of Death and the Deathly Hallows was known to everyone in the Wizarding World. Most people believed it was fake, but Harry had concluded from certain clues that Death truly existed!

PS: The Legend of Death and the Deathly Hallows

Legend had it that the Peverell Brothers created a bridge with magic during one of their journeys. When they reached the middle of the bridge, Death appeared.

Death thought the three brothers were clever and wanted to trick them out of their lives, so It said that It would grant each of them one wish.

The eldest brother was a combative man. He wanted the most powerful wand in the world, so Death gave him the Elder Wand.

The second brother was deeply sentimental. He wanted the power to bring the dead back to life, so Death picked up a stone from the riverbank and gave it to him. This was the Resurrection Stone.

The third brother was clever and cautious. He did not trust Death and wanted something that would prevent Death from finding him. Death had no choice but to give him Its own Invisibility Cloak.

But later, the eldest brother was killed because of his competitiveness, and the Elder Wand changed hands.

The second brother used the Resurrection Stone to summon the girl he loved, but because he could not truly be with her, he killed himself in anguish. The Resurrection Stone was abandoned.

Only the third brother lived to a very old age beneath the Invisibility Cloak. Then he took it off, calmly faced death, and passed the Invisibility Cloak down to his descendants.