[Quest: [Travel to Hogwarts] (One opportunity to extract magical knowledge)]
This was the hundredth time Harry had checked the quest today.
He twirled the silver-white metal wand with such skill that not a drop of ink could have landed on it. A simple [Fire-Making Spell] had been turned into a curtain of flames, and every dancing spark seemed to burst with his joy.
The addition of emotional power had brought the fire to life. Like flowing waves, it swept low across the floor, then rose and surged soundlessly along the walls and ceiling.
It was also like an army that obeyed every command. The flammable curtains, bedsheets, and even the wiring remained untouched, while the heat was perfectly confined to the heart of the flames.
Then the air was abruptly sucked inward, forming a violent vortex that surged toward Harry and the metal wand in his hand.
As the final streak of fire vanished...
Hum—!
A golden-red blade of light, like a leaping flame, burst from the end of the wand.
The air seemed to catch fire and waver faintly. The light cast half of Harry's face into shadow, while the other half reflected the joy dancing in his eyes like flames.
Hum—!
The golden-red blade, both 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-Making Spell... inscribed."
Today was September 1, 1991.
The [Sith Lightsaber] was complete. A crystal, a piece of silver, a wand, the lightsaber wielder's magic-rich blood, a fragment of a soul, and a magic circle were all it took to make one.
That was why the Black-hearted Book had assigned him the lightsaber-making quest while also saddling him with a packed training plan.
Making the lightsaber wasn't difficult for him, since he had an extra fragment of a soul, knew about Horcruxes, and had fully obtained the localized [Sith Lightsaber Construction Manual].
The hard part was infusing it with emotion and magical power afterward.
Only a Horcrux's resilience could withstand Harry's grip, strong enough to crush diamonds with his bare hands.
With ordinary metal, nothing but Goblin Silver would do.
—Knock, knock, knock!
"Harry, it's time to go!"
Uncle Vernon's voice came from the other side of the door, brimming with undisguised joy.
"Coming!" Harry was just as excited.
Unless something unexpected happened, he would have this free time all to himself until he reached Hogwarts.
Today, he could even ride to King's Cross Station instead of running there, and no one was demanding that he calculate the coordinates and teleport.
—Now that's something to look forward to...
—What the hell am I looking forward to?!
[Savior Lord must not slack off. Board the train within 10 minutes and clean every carriage, showing your future subjects what benevolence and strength mean! (Experience +10 [Dursley Housework Encyclopedia] estimated proficiency +1)]
At 10:30, in front of King's Cross Station, Harry was utterly speechless.
Vernon and Petunia, who had just been holding hands as if reliving their wedding day, stared in horror.
"Harry, hurry up and go in."
"The train leaves at eleven."
Dudley hurriedly nodded along. He could have stayed home, but he wanted to see this demon disappear with his own eyes.
—So that's what strength means, huh? You piece of trash. You still underestimate me.
A shadow passed over Harry's eyes. He flashed the three of them a radiant smile, then suddenly charged forward with his trolley.
Beyond the wall was another world.
A strange world filled with steam, cats, the hooting of owls, the scrape of luggage, and the buzzing murmur of people talking.
And Harry...
He spotted the Crimson Steam Engine at once.
—[Running]! [Hide-and-Seek]!
In an instant, Harry became a blur.
The gust of air from his passage, and even his outline lingering in the air, were erased by a mysterious magic.
—Super [Cleaning Fist]!
Skills such as [Mop the Floor], [Dry], and [Wax] fused into one!
A fist that was both huge and graceful slammed toward the engine, stopping dead just before it touched.
—[Running]! [Hide-and-Seek]!
Harry was back beside his trolley, as if he had never disappeared.
"Mom! You won't believe this. I've never been this clean!" A red-haired boy with long arms and legs leaned out through the crystal-clear window, shining as if his whole body had been waxed.
"You don't have to tell me." The plump red-haired woman spoke as if in a dream. "The Hogwarts Express has never been this clean. Even the dirt on your nose is gone."
The deep-red carriage now reflected the people around it so clearly that it could be used as a mirror.
—Ron... and Mrs. Weasley?
Harry glanced at them.
[Congratulations... Announce your arrival to your future followers! Experience +1, intermediate reward prepared, countdown: 10, 9]
—You think that'll stump me?
"Excuse me... can I just get on?"
The tall, dark-haired boy smiled shyly and raised the ticket in his hand.
[...Quest complete, experience +1...]
His appearance was announcement enough.
Because now... everyone knew who he was.
In every world.
"The Prometheus Project is about the Wizarding World!"
"Tyr, the God of War, with a hand!"
"Harry Potter, the Star of Salvation!"
"His hands are so big! His legs are so long, and his nose is so straight!"
"Bloody hell! I saw Harry Potter today! Yesterday I won a Unicorn notebook! Merlin, why are you so good to me?!"
"Is he really eleven?"
"Is he really eleven?"
Inside the Slytherin carriage, expanded with the Undetectable Extension Charm, a group of students in silver-and-green Hogwarts uniforms—each polished to a shine with wax—stared at a photograph.
The tall, dark-haired boy smiled warmly in the sunlight. Behind him, in the shadows, lay a field of rubble—and a glowing backside. More precisely, a pair of silk underpants fluttering like a flag.
"Is that really your dad's glowing backside, Malfoy?" Montague snickered.
"How dare you... My father's a School Governor!" Draco flushed red.
"Not anymore." Marcus, with his big front teeth and gray eyes, sneered and tossed out a newspaper. "Your father couldn't even draw his wand. How embarrassing."
"It wasn't just my father! Important people are all like that. Our Head of House was strung up too, and lots of people saw his underpants!"
"You'd better pray that doesn't reach our Head of House's ears."
"Harry Potter only got lucky. My father and the others didn't want to use truly advanced Dark Magic. The Ministry of Magic and Gringotts are too close to Knockturn Alley." A sullen boy, glaring at Harry's photograph with equal hatred, cut in.
"Harry Potter probably has Giant blood in his family. His skin can withstand ordinary spells," Marcus continued, his face as stupid as a Troll's.
"Why not Troll blood?"
Marcus glared at the student who had brought up Trolls. "He doesn't look that stupid. Isn't that right, Draco?"
"You should understand what we mean."
Everyone in the carriage turned toward the door.
"I understand. Only people with truly powerful names get to stay in here." Draco's face turned red, then pale. He left the carriage reluctantly.
Spotting his two lackeys standing guard at the entrance like door gods, he snapped, "Come on, Crabbe, Goyle!"
"Where are we going?" Crabbe had just swallowed a Chocolate Frog and was eyeing the half Licorice Wand in Goyle's hand.
"To find Harry Potter!" Draco trembled, partly with anger and partly with fear. "Once they've all been taught a lesson, no one will dare laugh at my father again."
"Hahahaha!" Ron pointed at the photograph in the newspaper and doubled over laughing. "Harry, look! Rita Skeeter's a genius! The angle, the composition! The whole Wizarding World has seen Lucius Malfoy's backside now!"
"Neville, say something."
Of the three in the carriage, only Neville had sensed, with an animal's instincts, Harry's displeasure beneath his warm smile.
"Rita Skeeter?" Harry said gently.
—So you're the one who changed my [Death Eater Bane] to [Butt-Breaker Potter]?
"Hello. I've been looking for you everywhere. So you're in this carriage."
The sliding door was pulled open. ```
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