This is the Victory of [Running] [Hide-and-Seek]!

[Task [Proceed to Hogwarts] (One Chance for Magical Knowledge Extraction)]

This was already the hundredth time today Harry had checked the task.

The wand, like a short rod of silvery white metal, was spun so fast it formed an impenetrable barrier around him. The simple [Fire-Making Spell] had been turned into a shield of flames, every leaping spark seemingly bursting with his joy.

The infusion of emotional energy made the flames come alive, rolling across the floor like flowing water, surging upward, racing silently along the walls and ceiling.

Like an army that obeyed every command, the flammable curtains, bedsheets, even the wiring remained completely unharmed, the heat perfectly contained within the fire's core.

Then the air suddenly tightened, forming a violent vortex core that surged toward Harry, toward the metal rod in his hand.

The moment the last stream of fire vanished...

Vwoom—!

A blade of golden-red light, like leaping flames, thrust out from the side of the rod facing away from him.

The air seemed to ignite, warping slightly, casting half of Harry's face into shadow while the other half reflected the joy leaping like flames in his eyes.

Vwoom—!

The golden-red blade, like light and fire, sank back into the hilt.

[...[Fire-Making Spell][Swordsmanship] Proficiency +1... Merged into [Potter Combat][Dursley Housework Encyclopedia]... Proficiency +0.1...]

"The fire rune... inscription complete."

Today was September 1, 1991.

The [Sith Lightsaber] was already finished. One crystal, one piece of silver, one wand, the blood of the lightsaber's owner rich in magic, one soul fragment, one magic circle—that was all it took to forge.

This was also why the black-hearted book had not only given him the task of forging a lightsaber but also laid out a dense training schedule.

Because forging a lightsaber, for someone who possessed an extra soul fragment, knew Horcrux lore, and had fully obtained the localized Sith Lightsaber Construction Manual, was not difficult.

What was difficult was the subsequent infusion of emotion and magical power.

Only the resilience of a Horcrux could endure the grip strength Harry possessed, capable of crushing diamonds with his bare hands.

Relying solely on the physical properties of metal would require goblin silver.

—Knock knock knock!

"Harry, time to go!"

Uncle Vernon's voice through the door was laced with undisguised glee.

"Yes!" Harry's excitement was equally intense.

Barring any surprises, this stretch of free time was his until he reached Hogwarts.

Today, he could even take the car to King's Cross Station, instead of running, and he wasn't required to calculate coordinates and teleport there.

—Really looking forward to it...

—Looking forward to my ass!

[The Savior Lord must not slack. Board within 10 minutes, clean every compartment, and demonstrate benevolence and strength before your future subjects! (Experience +10 [Dursley Housework Encyclopedia] Estimated Proficiency +1)]

10:30, in front of King's Cross Station, Harry was utterly speechless.

Vernon and Petunia, who had just been holding each other's hands as if reliving their wedding day, now wore expressions of terror.

"Harry, hurry up and get in."

"The train leaves at 11."

Dudley quickly nodded in agreement. He was supposed to stay home, but he wanted to see the demon disappear with his own eyes.

—Strength, huh? You bastard, you still underestimate me.

A shadow flickered in Harry's eyes. He flashed a brilliant smile at the three behind him, then shoved his trolley forward and charged.

Behind the wall was another world.

A strange world filled with steam, cats, the cries of owls, the scraping of luggage, and the buzz of people talking.

And Harry...

He spotted it at once—the deep red steam engine.

—[Run]! [Hide and Seek]!

In an instant, Harry became a blur.

The wind in his wake, the outline left in the air—all erased by a mysterious magical force.

—Super [Cleaning Fist]!

Skills like [Scrub Floor][Dry][Wax] fused into one at this moment!

A fist, both massive and delicate, slammed toward the locomotive, stopping abruptly on contact.

—[Run]! [Hide and Seek]!

Harry was back beside his trolley, as if he had never vanished.

"Mother! You won't believe it—I've never been this clean!" The red-haired, long-limbed boy, his entire body gleaming as if waxed, leaned out from a window so clear it was nearly transparent.

"You don't need to tell me." The plump red-haired woman let out a dreamy voice. "The Hogwarts Express has never been this clean. Even the grime on your nose is gone."

The deep red train now reflected the figures around it so clearly it could double as a mirror.

—Ron... and Mrs. Weasley?

Harry glanced at them.

[Congratulations... Please announce your arrival to your future retainers! Experience +1, intermediate reward prepared, countdown 10, 9]

—This can't stump me.

"Excuse me... Do I just go straight up?"

The tall, dark-haired boy smiled shyly, raising the ticket in his hand.

[...Mission complete, experience +1...]

His appearance was the announcement.

Because now... there was no one who didn't know who he was.

No matter which world.

"The Prometheus Project refers to the wizarding world!~"

"Tyr, the god of war with a hand!"

"Harry Potter, the savior of the stars!"

"His hands are so big! His legs are so long, his nose is so straight."

"Holy mother of hell! I saw Harry Potter today! Yesterday I pulled a unicorn notebook! Merlin, why do you favor me so?"

"Is he really eleven?"

"Is he really eleven?"

Inside the Slytherin-exclusive compartment, enchanted with an Undetectable Extension Charm, a group of students—also gleaming as if waxed, wearing silver-and-green Hogwarts uniforms—stared at a photograph.

The tall, dark-haired boy smiled warmly in the sunlight. Behind him... in the shadows lay a ruin and a glowing buttock, or more precisely, a pair of silk underpants fluttering like a banner.

"Is that really your dad's arse glowing, Malfoy?" Montague snickered.

"How dare you... My father is still on the Board of Governors!" Draco's face flushed red.

"Not anymore." Marcus, with his buck teeth and gray eyes, sneered as he tossed out a newspaper. "Your dad couldn't even draw his wand. How embarrassing."

"It's not just my dad! All the big shots were like that—our Head of House was hung upside down too, and plenty of people saw his underpants!"

"You'd better pray that doesn't reach our Head of House's ears."

"Harry Potter was just lucky. My dad and the others just didn't want to use real high-level Dark Arts—the Ministry of Magic and Gringotts are too close to Knockturn Alley," a sullen boy interjected, glaring at Harry's photo with equal hatred.

"Harry Potter probably has giant blood in his ancestry. His skin can resist regular spells," Marcus added, his face as dull as a troll's.

"Why not troll?"

Marcus shot a glare at the student who'd mentioned trolls. "He doesn't look that stupid. Don't you think, Draco?"

"You should understand what we mean."

The crowd in the compartment turned to look at the door.

"I understand. Only truly powerful surnames stay here." Draco's face went from red to white, and he reluctantly stepped out of the compartment.

When he saw the two lackeys standing like door gods at the entrance, he snapped, "We're leaving, Crabbe, Goyle!"

"Where to?" Crabbe had just swallowed a Chocolate Frog and was eyeing the half-eaten licorice wand in Goyle's hand.

"To find Harry Potter!" Draco's body trembled, half from anger, half from fear. "Once they've all been taught a lesson, no one will dare mock my father anymore."

"Hahahaha!" Ron pointed at the photo in the newspaper, clutching his stomach with laughter. "Harry, look! Rita Skeeter's got real talent! That angle, that composition! Now the whole wizarding world has seen Lucius Malfoy's arse!"

"Neville, say something."

Of the three in the compartment, only Neville, relying on the wisdom of a small animal, sensed the displeasure beneath Harry's warm smile.

"Rita Skeeter?" Harry said mildly.

—So you're the one who changed my [Death Eater Bane] to [Butt-Breaker Potter]?

"Hello, I've been looking for you for a while. So you're in this compartment."

The sliding door was yanked open.