[Crack-Ass Potter Silver]

[Ding ding ding! How could a weapon so frail it could snap with ease ever be worthy of the Savior!]

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

[Reward: 10 XP, [Force Choke]]

Before he'd even taken the wand, Harry already knew the answer.

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

-7 Galleons. Obtained: Ollivander's prophecy, Hagrid's exclamation, wand protective case.

Behind the mask of his smile, Harry's face was already drenched in tears—Come on, not this fast for wand matching. I'm the protagonist too, can't you let me sit a little longer?

Reluctantly stepping out of the shop, he looked at the blood-red sunset—that was his lost time of freedom.

After leaving Flourish and Blotts, a series of reading-and-practice quests triggered, spanning the entire remaining month before school, nearly suffocating him.

And yet he wasn't tired. The golden-tier [Sacred Horned Beast]'s sleeplessness kept him at peak condition every moment.

Every blink was deep sleep; every breath was fatigue dispelled.

That was the weight of an undecomposable talent!

[Ding ding ding! The Savior has set out to conquer the magical world, yet his underlings dare to rebel. Return to your territory at once to restore order!]

Harry finally showed a genuine smile, his pace quickening.

If I can't have it easy... neither can you.

Number Four, Privet Drive. The Dursleys had fallen into unprecedented joy.

"A little chaos is good, a little chaos is good." Petunia Dursley's eyes reddened.

"Dad, another round!" "Let's clink glasses, father and son!"

Dursley father and son drank—one beer, one cola.

Barker lay sideways on the sofa piled with fresh meat, occasionally snatching a bite, tearing another small hole in the couch.

Ding~

The three bodies stiffened, turning their heads in jerky motions like a stop-motion animation.

It was a demonic figure—a sunny boy in a white shirt, smiling warmly.

"Bad boy, bad boy!" Hagrid panicked, stepping forward with a palm like a giant fan, pretending to strike Barker. "How could you—"

"We volunteered." "We like it this way." "He's too cute."

The three Dursleys spoke almost in unison.

Hagrid quickly withdrew his hand, pulling it back so fast it left an afterimage, tears bursting from his eyes. "I've never seen such good people as you."

"Since you think we're good people, why not stay the night!" Vernon said hastily, hoping the wizard from the magical world might stop Harry from going mad.

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

Under the Dursleys' despairing gazes, the giant led the hippogriff out the door.

The moment the door closed, the whole house fell silent. Harry set down the cart loaded with school supplies—magic books, crystal potion bottles—and rolled up his sleeves.

"No, please, Harry!" "I'll kneel for you!" "Just leave it as it is."

Their words even carried sobs.

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

"Repair Fist! Dust Palm! Scrub Stomp!..."

The floor gleamed like a mirror. The sofa was restored to perfection, spotless. The carpet reappeared...

"No!" x3

[Ding ding ding! Savior, you have a new title awaiting inspection.]

At three in the morning, Harry—holding his wand aloft, drawing specks of cold starlight into small metal swords conjured by Transfiguration—suddenly opened his eyes.

Finally, I can slack off!

Everything around him froze again.

"Check!"

[Changes]

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

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

[New]

[Leviathan of Knockturn Alley]

[Crack-Ass Potter] / [Glowing-Ass Boy]

Harry's voice went silent at the speed of light.

[...Change?]

"Expand." Harry ground out through clenched teeth.

[Youth Prometheus (Learning Ability +7, Mysterious +1)]

[The only chosen prodigy in the British Isles, a future star who vanished from public view while participating in the mysterious Prometheus Project to steal the spark of knowledge]

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

[You proved with your fists that your survival was no accident; from birth, powerful magical energy has flowed through your veins. You are the Star of Salvation destined to destroy the Dark Lord, and also the more powerful King of Dark Magic]

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

[You are the beast that gallops through the dark alleys, the Leviathan that ravages the land, leaving traces that stun countless wizards]

[Crack-Ass Potter (Crack-Ass Power +1)]

[Lucius Malfoy made your legend with his buttocks; each of your strikes will be imbued with Crack-Ass Power]

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

[Lucius Malfoy... each of your strikes will be imbued with Glowing-Ass Power]

"Keep [The Boy Who Lived] unchanged for now, retain [Star of Salvation], accept [Leviathan of Knockturn Alley]..." Harry closed his eyes and took a deep breath, finally forcing seven words out of his mouth, "[Crack-Ass Potter] on hold for now."

-- Voldemort... taste Lucius Malfoy's Crack-Ass Power!

Yawn--!

"Quirinus, what kind of shoddy turban are you using!"

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts office at Hogwarts, the lights were equally bright, and a harsh voice rang out without courtesy.

"What useless information have you been collecting! The Philosopher's Stone was never sent to Gringotts, it's right here in Hogwarts! Guarded by Rubeus Big Fool's three-headed dog!"

Facing the voice coming from the back of his head, Quirinus trembled, his face pale, "M... Master, that was the original plan, but Harry Potter..."

"Shut up! I only care about results! This is all your incompetence! Useless! Why did I choose a maggot like you! A despicable half-blood mongrel!"

"Y... yes, Master."

"Harry Potter..." The harsh voice paused. "He's the one who reduced me to this state, worse than the lowliest ghost, crammed into your insignificant body, wielding pathetic magical energy."

"I... will kill you!"

"Kill you! Kill you!"

Beneath Malfoy Manor, Lucius Malfoy was like a raging demon. He lunged at the nearest shelf, sweeping its treasured collectibles to the floor.

"Potter, Potter!"

An exquisite astrolabe rolled across the floor; a goblin-silver dagger fell, stabbing straight into the ground and tearing through the precious Persian carpet...

"Where is it, it should be here!"

Suddenly, his frenzied body froze. His fingertips felt the touch of leather, and a faint pulse like a sleeping heartbeat.

"Hahahaha!"

The mad laughter crashed violently against the walls of the sealed chamber, echoing back!

"Finally..."

He raised the ordinary, worn diary in his hands high.

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

T.M. Riddle.