Butt-Breaker Potter · Silver

Ding, ding, ding! A flimsy weapon that could be snapped with ease was no match for the Savior Lord!

[Quest: [Second Spring of the Holly Wand!] triggered. Before starting school, use your knowledge of the Sith Lightsaber Construction Technique to modify your wand.]

[Reward: 10 experience points, [Force Choke]]

Harry hadn't even taken hold of the wand, yet he already knew the answer.

Holly wood, phoenix feather, Voldemort's twin wand—got!

-7 Galleons; received Ollivander's prophecy, Hagrid's amazement, and a wand holster.

Harry's face beneath his smiling mask was streaming with tears. Come on, it can't be a wand match this quick. I'm the protagonist too—can't you let me sit here a little longer?

Reluctantly, he walked out of the shop and looked at the blood-red sunset. It marked the end of his free time.

Ever since leaving Flourish and Blotts, a series of reading and practice quests, spread across every remaining day before school began, had nearly suffocated him.

Yet he wasn't tired at all. The Gold Grade Sacred Horned Beast's Insomnia kept him in peak condition every moment.

Every blink brought deep sleep; every breath banished fatigue.

That was the value of an irreducible talent!

Ding, ding, ding! The Savior Lord had embarked on an expedition into the Wizarding World, and his underlings had dared to run amok. Please return to your territory as soon as possible and restore order!

Harry finally gave a genuine smile, and quickened his pace.

If I can't have an easy time, you... won't either.

Number Four, Privet Drive. The Dursleys were enjoying themselves more than ever before.

"Messy is good. Messy is definitely good." Petunia Dursley's eyes reddened.

"Dad, have another!" "Come on, let's have a drink together!"

One of the Dursley men drank beer, the other Coca-Cola.

Buckbeak lay on his side on the sofa, which was covered in fresh meat. Every so often, he picked up a piece to eat, tearing yet another little hole in the upholstery in the process.

Ding-dong~

The three froze, then turned their heads in jerky, stop-motion movements.

A devilish figure stood there—a sunny young man in a white shirt, smiling warmly.

"Bad boy, bad boy!" Hagrid cried in alarm. He took a great stride forward and raised his huge palm as if to strike Buckbeak. "How could you—"

"We volunteered." "We like it this way." "He's so adorable."

The three Dursleys spoke almost in unison.

Hagrid hurriedly pulled his hand back, moving so fast it left afterimages. Tears sprang into his eyes. "I've never seen such a kind family."

"If you think we're such a kind family, why not stay the night?" Vernon asked quickly. He thought Hagrid, being from the Wizarding World, might be able to stop Harry from going mad.

"But... I still have to report to Dumbledore." Hagrid sounded regretful.

As the three Dursleys looked on in despair, the giant led the hippogriff out the door.

The moment the door closed, the house fell completely silent. Harry set down the trolley loaded with school supplies, including spellbooks and crystal potion bottles, and rolled up his sleeves.

"No, please, Harry!" "I'm begging you!" "Just leave it like this!"

Their words were practically choked with tears.

The only reply was a gentle, "Cleaning quest... begin."

"Repair—Fist! Dusting—Palm! Mopping—Stomp!..."

The floor gleamed like a mirror, the sofa was restored to its pristine, dust-free state, and the carpet reappeared...

"No!" x3

Ding, ding, ding! Savior Lord, you have new titles awaiting inspection.

At three in the morning, Harry's eyes snapped open. He was holding his wand high, drawing down the twinkling stars—metal swords created with Transfiguration.

I can finally slack off!

Everything around him froze once more.

"Inspect!"

[Changed]

[Other People's Child · Gold] → [Young Prometheus · Gold]

[The Boy Who Lived · Gold] → [Star of Salvation · Gold]

[Added]

[Leviathan of Knockturn Alley · Silver]

[Butt-Breaker Potter · Silver] / [Glowing-Ass Boy · Copper]

Harry fell utterly silent at light speed.

[...Change titles?]

"Expand," Harry gritted out.

[Young Prometheus · Gold (Learning Ability +7, Mystery +1)]

[The only chosen genius boy in the British Isles, a future star who took part in the mysterious Prometheus Project, vanished from the public eye, and stole the kindling of knowledge.]

[Star of Salvation · Gold (White and Dark Magic Affinity +7, Magic Resistance +3)]

[You proved with your fists that your survival was no mere luck. Powerful magical energy has flowed through your body since birth. You are the Star of Salvation destined to destroy the Dark Lord—and an even more powerful Dark Lord yourself.]

[Leviathan of Knockturn Alley · Silver (Magic Resistance +4, Strength +3, Constitution +4)]

[You are the beast that rampages through the dark alleys, the Leviathan that ravages the earth. The traces you leave behind leave countless wizards wide-eyed.]

[Butt-Breaker Potter · Silver (Butt-Breaking Power +1)]

[Lucius Malfoy's buttocks made your legend. Every one of your attacks will now carry butt-breaking power.]

[Glowing-Ass Boy · Copper (Glowing-Ass Power +1)]

[Lucius Malfoy... Every one of your attacks will now carry glowing-ass power.]

"Don't change [The Boy Who Lived] for now. Keep [Star of Salvation] and accept [Leviathan of Knockturn Alley]..." Harry closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then forced seven words through his clenched teeth. "[Butt-Breaker Potter]—tentatively accepted."

Voldemort... try a taste of Lucius Malfoy's butt-breaking power!

Yawn—!

"Quirinus, what kind of cheap turban are you wearing?"

The Defense Against the Dark Arts Office at Hogwarts was also brightly lit. A harsh voice rang out without the slightest courtesy.

"What kind of information have you been gathering? The Philosopher's Stone was never sent to Gringotts. It's at Hogwarts, guarded by Rubeus Big Fool's three-headed dog!"

Quirrell trembled, his face pale, as the voice came from the back of his head. "M-Master, that was the original plan, but then Harry Potter..."

"Shut up! I only care about the results! This is all because you're incompetent! You useless worm! Why did I ever choose a worthless half-blood like you?"

"Y-yes, Master."

"Harry Potter..." The harsh voice paused. "He's the reason I ended up like this—less than the lowliest wandering spirit, confined to your insignificant body and forced to wield your pitiful magical energy."

"I... will kill you!"

"I'll kill you! I'll kill you!"

Beneath Malfoy Manor, Lucius Malfoy looked like a mad demon. He lunged at the nearest display rack, sweeping its treasured items to the ground.

"Potter, Potter!"

An elaborate orrery rolled across the floor. A Goblin Silver dagger fell and stuck point-first into the ground, ripping the precious Persian carpet...

"Where is it? It should be here!"

Suddenly, his frenzied body went still. His fingertips brushed leather, and he felt a faint pulse, like a sleeping heart.

"Hahahaha!"

His laughter crashed violently against the walls of the sealed room and echoed back.

"At last..."

He raised the shabby, utterly unremarkable diary in his hand.

The warm yellow light of the magical lamp illuminated its tattered black cover, on which was written...

TM. Riddle.