The Long-Awaited Eleven Consecutive Draws

The boy's words seemed to open Pandora's box.

"First, let's all use the Impediment Jinx together—even if it were a fire dragon, with so many of us striking at once, we could control it."

"After that, everyone improvises."

"Pol, you be ready with Reviving and Healing Charms at all times."

"Derrick, you prepare the Obliviation Charm and have false memories ready in advance."

Marcus, the Slytherin Quidditch captain, stood up, waving his hand imperiously with his back to the compartment door.

At this moment, he was immensely excited; he felt as if he had transformed into the Dark Lord in his student days, a brilliant life beckoning to him!

Bang—!

The compartment shook, the door flew in, pinning Marcus to the floor. A pair of white sneakers stepped onto the door—a tall, dark-haired boy stood there, smiling with refined ease.

"Excuse me... where is Marcus Flint? Hmm... what's this so lumpy underfoot?"

"Impedimenta!" xN

Marcus's sacrifice was not in vain. The moment Harry looked down, every Slytherin student in the compartment drew their wands in unison.

Invisible, identical streams of spell power converged midair.

The air seemed to solidify into amber, trapping Harry's body within.

Behind Harry, Hermione and the others felt their scalps tingle, their breath catching for a moment.

But Harry merely brushed his palm as if casually.

Bang—!

The spell's force rebounded, a dull thud like a fist slamming hard into a wall, and then a large hole burst open in the ceiling.

A howling north wind rushed in through the gap, as if to sweep everything inside the compartment away.

Harry stood steady on the door panel, his lips curving wider at the stunned crowd. "I should return the favor, then... Reparo-Cura-Punch!"

A sharp crack of air being forcibly shoved aside, followed by the muffled thuds of fists hitting sandbags and screams ringing out.

Harry was nowhere to be seen in the compartment; only Slytherin students flew up and down, as if hundreds of invisible fists were battering their bodies. Some lucky ones were even knocked airborne.

At the same time, the hole in the ceiling and the shattered door panel were restored to their original state.

Gemma Farley, the Slytherin prefect who had rushed over at the noise, bit her pearly teeth, a flicker of hesitation crossing her pretty face.

Just as she was about to charge in...

"Arresto Momentum!"

"Slowing Charm, a spell used to stop a fast-falling object, often employed in Quidditch to catch falling students." With a crisp pop, Harry Apparated, and the Slytherins who had been suspended in midair hit the ground. "Interesting idea, but the power is too weak."

He looked at the sallow-faced, hook-nosed man before him. "And you are?"

—Thank goodness, it's not Snape.

"Professor Snape!" Draco let out a dreamlike gasp.

"The Head of Slytherin!" Neville loosened his grip, and Trevor finally gained freedom, leaping out of his crowded embrace.

"They challenged Harry, a bunch of older students!" Hermione quickly improvised, though she accidentally blurted out her thoughts, "Harry shouldn't be expelled!"

"I'll snap your wand and send you back to the Muggle world." Snape narrowed his eyes, searching Harry's face—so gentle, like Dumbledore's smile—for any trace of James's flippancy.

"But you can't, can you? You're so weak." Harry said calmly.

"You—" Snape was about to cast a spell when he saw a Slytherin staggering to his feet, wand already aimed at Harry. "Watch out!"

"Crucio!" The sallow-faced boy's features twisted, his blackthorn wand spewing ink-green lightning like a venomous snake lunging at Harry.

A broad, perfectly proportioned right hand caught the snake by its throat, piercing through the silent protective charm Snape had cast.

"Still... weak. This is what they call an Unforgivable Curse?" Harry sighed.

"You're wrong, Harry. A truly masterful Cruciatus Curse is invisible; the victim writhes and flips in the air like a drowning man, thrashing and screaming in agony." Dumbledore appeared again, soundlessly. "Catching spells with your hand is not a good habit, even if it is..."

Dumbledore's blue eyes flickered with surprise. "Very, very powerful."

"Contact the Ministry. Mr. Hank Borgin has been admitted to Azkaban." Snape interjected. "And... Mr. Potter is expelled—"

"Harry will not be expelled, Severus." Dumbledore said. "The compartment and the students inside are all unharmed. Moreover..."

He turned to Harry, his eyes full of entreaty. "I hope you can forgive Mr. Borgin. He acted on impulse. Hogwarts will expel him, but that is where it ends."

"A single bedroom, and..." Harry glanced at Snape, "the right to refuse unfair punishment and targeted hostility from a professor."

"I agree." Dumbledore said with a smile. "Severus, you will escort Mr. Borgin back. Remember, immediately, now. He can still make it to Beauxbatons. Tell Old Borgin my exact words."

"Yes." Snape forced the word out reluctantly.

"Alright, I think I should be going too." Dumbledore winked at Hermione and the others.

[...[Quest: Subdue the Disobedient][Punish the Oily Guard][Recognition from the White-Haired Crooked-Nosed Archbishop] completed... 30 experience points, one Silver-tier talent draw opportunity.]

—Finally, some peace.

The chime in Harry's ears didn't stop after he finished the shortcut to clean the train car.

Just now, he had also completed the two tasks: [Find the Threat Beside the Red-Haired Retainer] and [Win Over the Bunny-Toothed Grand Scholar].

He gained 20 experience points.

Now...

The experience needed for [Intermediate Savior lv1] to break through to lv10 and ascend to the [Bronze] rank was also stockpiled.

--Experience distribution.

--Eleven consecutive draws!

"Dog-skin book! Let me see your limit!"

[[Core Savior lv1] (All Resistances +6)--7/100]

The deep black light on the white book's surface shifted to a bronze hue, then the pages opened, projecting a spinning wheel shimmering with silver light.

"Stop!"

[Fairy's Anti-Divination Power]

[A sublimation of the power to evade the natural enemy, the Prophecy Bird; a miracle born from the insignificant]

[The Savior Lord's fortune is vast. Equip talent trait? YES or NO]

[Hairy Crab's Stomach]

[Enhances digestion, includes stomach modification]

[A stomach that directly digests magical substances. Your wand tastes great, chew chew chew.]

[...YES or NO]

[Succubus's Reproduction Ability]

[...Job promotion device modification]

[Hey, you can lay five hundred eggs in one go.]

[...YES or NO]

I am Black Tiger Ah Fu, I beat up Jackie Chan

Making Dried Pufferfish, and one more thing

I take the stairs

Force Lightning

Gandalf's Flash Spell

How to Make Uruk-hai

Step-by-Step Elf Cookie Cooking

Hobbit Stealth

"Succubus, decompose!" That was Harry's first reaction after frowning through the list.

[...Trait decomposed. Obtained two [Trait Gems].]

"This time it's a Star Wars, Jackie Chan Adventures, Lord of the Rings special?"

The localized knowledge of other worlds swam in his mind, and he finally confirmed that the extraction of magical knowledge was no longer strictly limited to this world.

But talent traits still were.