First Day of School

It was a strange feeling. Harry couldn't describe it exactly; it was as though his body instinctively told him that he was about to travel through worlds.

Harry was a little excited. His knowledge could not compare to the Supreme Mage's, at least not yet.

If the magical knowledge of the Wizarding World were given to the Supreme Mage, it would surely bloom into something even more brilliant.

Harry had no intention of hiding it from the Supreme Mage. Traveling through worlds was nothing unfamiliar to her. Many creatures in the multiverse accidentally crossed dimensions and arrived in other worlds.

Perhaps the Wizarding World was one such dimension, but Harry instinctively felt that traveling from the Wizarding World to another world was not that simple.

The distance between the Wizarding World and the other world was far beyond his imagination. It was not even within the bounds of the conventional multiverse!

Harry found his dormitory in one of the rooms. Inside were five four-poster beds, each hung with deep crimson velvet curtains.

These were Gryffindor's classic colors. Most of the decorations in the common room were also deep red and gold.

Harry's roommates were people he knew as well: Ron Weasley, Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas, and Neville Longbottom.

The four Young Wizards were all delighted. They were actually roommates with the Savior!

The five of them each found their beds. Their luggage had already been placed beside them by the House-elves.

Ron sat on his bed and spoke to Harry through the curtains, "Today's feast was so lavish. Looks like the food will be pretty good from now on. Wait, get away, Scabbers. Don't chew on my bedsheets."

Harry shook his head, opened his trunk, and took out a large amount of magical materials. Ron noticed and asked curiously, "Harry, why did you buy so many magical materials? I remember Potions Class doesn't need nearly this much."

Harry did not hide it. "I'm learning wandmaking. I want to make more powerful wands, and making Contract Scrolls for Lending Magic also requires a lot of magical materials."

"You can really lend magic?" Ron sounded doubtful. "I thought you were joking before."

The matter of Lending Magic would be exposed sooner or later, so Harry decided to lay some groundwork first.

He had once read in Born Noble: Bloodline Wizard Inheritance that some wizards were born able to use their own bloodlines to cast certain wondrous spells.

The Potter Family was also an ancient wizarding family with a long history. No one knew whether the Potter Family possessed hidden bloodline powers.

Being a Bloodline Wizard, combined with his identity as the Savior, was enough for Harry to explain Lending Magic.

"Of course. I know quite a few Bloodline Magic spells, like this one." Harry reached into the air before him. His hand seemed to sink into a vortex, from which he pulled out a large amount of snacks from the Muggle World.

He handed the snacks to Ron and the others. Seeing their curious expressions, he explained, "This is a Pocket Space that can store items. It can hold a lot of things. The space inside is still rather small right now, but it can grow."

This was actually a Pocket Dimension. The space inside could expand without limit as Harry expended magic.

But the Wizarding World clearly did not understand the concept of dimensions, so Harry could only call it a space.

At the same time, if he lent Pocket Dimension magic to many people in the future and all their internal spaces were as large as his, even he would find it difficult to maintain them.

So he deliberately described the space inside the Pocket Dimension as smaller. That way, he would only need to maintain a very small space for the borrowers.

Harry felt that he was truly a genius!

"That's so cool!" Seamus squeezed up beside Harry and stared brightly at the vortex floating in the air. He wanted to touch it, but without Harry's permission, he could not reach it no matter what. "If you really can lend magic, can you lend it to me first?"

The others chimed in as well, "And us! We want our own Pocket Spaces too."

On the very first day of school, Harry became the undisputed leader of the dormitory with snacks from the Muggle World and the promise of Lending Magic.

On the eighth floor of Hogwarts, in the Headmaster's Office.

The walls of the office were covered in portraits of former headmasters. Some snored inside their frames, some were reading, and others were interacting with the current headmaster.

Among the many frames, a kind-faced woman suddenly appeared in an otherwise empty portrait. She spoke to Dumbledore, who was sitting in a chair and teasing Fawkes the phoenix. "It seems our young Savior possesses some remarkable abilities. Dumbledore, I heard from the other portraits that Harry seems to have an ability that can directly touch souls, and he can even share that ability with others. What did he call it again? Lending! That's right, that was the word!"

"Lending. What an evil word!"

Another portrait loudly rebuked her. Inside it was a middle-aged wizard with a long beard. He wore the clothes of a medieval gentleman and looked refined, yet there was always something harsh about him. He warned, "Dumbledore, you should lock him up and find out what this lending is. As I recall, that word is mostly used by Muggle vampire bankers and demons in stories and biographies."

"Shut up, Black. You're only dissatisfied because the Savior isn't in Slytherin. If Harry were a Slytherin Young Wizard, you'd be singing a different tune." The kindly Witch who had spoken earlier said disdainfully.

"Damn you, Dilys, you..."

Seeing that the two former headmasters were about to start arguing, Dumbledore quickly changed the subject. "I have been watching over Harry. I watched him grow up, and he is a kind and friendly child, just like Lily once was. Perhaps 'lending' is simply his talent, some kind of Bloodline Magic, just as he was destined to become the Savior. He will never become an evil wizard. I think we should observe him for now, and when I find an opportunity, I will have a talk with him."

Dumbledore's words won the agreement of many portraits. Dilys directly voiced her support for his decision. She too believed that Harry was a kind child.

Though Black was somewhat dissatisfied, he also agreed. After all, they were merely portraits, and Dumbledore was still the current headmaster.

Once Dumbledore had made his decision, they could not change it.

The next day, Harry's second day at Hogwarts, Harry and Ron left their dormitory together and headed for the classroom.

Starting today, their lessons would officially begin.

Perhaps Harry was simply too famous. Everywhere the two went, other Young Wizards gathered to watch them, as though Harry were some sort of novelty.

"Over there, look."

"Where?"

"That tall black-haired Young Wizard. He's really handsome."

"Oh my god, I see him. Is he Harry Potter?"

"What a pity we can't see the lightning scar."

Harry smiled at the group of Little Witches who were chattering and staring at him. Amid their soft cries of surprise, he continued toward the classroom.