The Savior in the Room of Requirement

"Oh, Ron, that's absolutely preposterous—a room that can change itself however you like? That's impossible." Hermione instinctively questioned the outlandish claim she'd never seen in any book. "You might as well say there's a stone out there that can bring the dead back to life."

"Confringo—Latin for destruction, the most physically destructive curse." Harry stroked the silvery-white shaft of his wand.

In the original timeline, this very spell had snapped the Holly Wand—because of Hermione's fumbling hand.

"Peter Pettigrew used that spell to blow up an entire street, killing twelve Muggles." Draco chimed in.

"Nick's lost his mind. Seamus with an Explosion Curse?" Ron grew more frantic. "He'll probably blow up the whole bloody bridge!"

[Ding ding ding! [Beginning of the Explosive Knight] quest complete. 10 experience points awarded. Bronze talent slot·1 credited.]

[[Tame the Bunny-Toothed Grand Scholar] quest triggered.]

[How can the great Savior tolerate his loyal Bunny-Toothed Grand Scholar remaining stubborn and unyielding? Expand her horizons. Reward: 10 experience points.]

—So it's a real-life tame-Hermione mission, huh.

"Seamus and this curse really are a perfect match." Harry smiled warmly, hiding his achievements deep.

Whenever something unusual happened at Hogwarts, it was always tied to Harry and the Dogskin Book's quests.

That was the value of being Hogwarts' timely rain, Slytherin's righteous hero.

Neville and Ron's wands, Percy cutting off his romantic ties to dive into academics...

Seamus's potions that exploded even when he followed the steps perfectly—same story.

As the Uncrowned Teaching Assistant, Harry had naturally guided Seamus in Potions class too.

But the explosions were Seamus's innate talent; Harry's guidance only nurtured it further.

"You lot—" Seeing no one paid her any mind, Hermione flushed red.

"I'll deign to teach you a lesson today: in the magical world, nothing is impossible." Harry stood up. "Come on, let's go to the Room of Requirement."

"It... it really exists?" Hermione followed, stammering.

"Dumbledore once said he took a wrong turn when he needed to pee, but still found a restroom with a very fine chamber pot—and never found it again." Harry didn't look back, heading for the moving stairs. "The Headmaster's office and Gryffindor common room entrance are both on the seventh floor. That tapestry too."

[...10 experience points credited.]

Staring at the door that appeared out of nowhere, and Seamus sneaking out from inside, Hermione was finally forced to accept reality. Her horizons had been expanded.

—Side quests are the best. Only had to walk down the stairs.

[[Tame the Bunny-Toothed Grand Scholar]...]

[...Do not let your loyal minister continue to degenerate. Lead them to see another world. Reward: 3 experience points.]

Harry's eyes burned as he looked at them all—they were quest triggers, his saviors from the Dogskin Book's ruthless training tasks, his ticket to slacking off.

More quests had triggered recently than in the past four years combined.

That was the real reason he was willing to play along with them.

Take Ron—every meal invitation he made bought Harry a precious 90 minutes of breakfast, lunch, and dinner time.

Lackey Draco, who loved to hiss at other Slytherins and then seek Harry's protection, was also a super side-quest machine.

Love-struck, stubborn Hermione.

Neville, who always needed help...

"Stop Seamus. I'll show you the real use of the Room of Requirement."

"I want a room for training Defense Against the Dark Arts."

He strode to the blank wall without pacing back and forth.

"Just like casting a spell—with firm conviction, you can skip the incantation, the wand movement, even the wand itself."

Soon, a smooth door appeared before them.

"You don't have to walk past three times and say what you want three times?" Seamus, held back by Ron, watched with his mouth hanging open.

"My fists, my body—they house my unshakable conviction. That's what makes them indestructible." Harry pulled open the door.

"Whoa~" Ron gasped.

"Sneakoscopes, Monster Mirrors... so many tools even veteran Aurors use!" Neville, silent until now, showed off his Auror-descendant expertise.

"Common Spells and Their Counters, Outsmarting Dark Magic, Collection of Self-Defense Charms, Fight Poison with Poison... so many books! At least a few hundred!" Hermione dashed straight for the bookshelf.

She pulled down Common Spells and Their Counters and opened it:

[If you've already learned Finite Incantatem, you may close this book.]

"Finite... the universal counter-curse is enough to break most spells?" Hermione was astonished. "But that's in Standard Book of Spells, Grade 2."

"Just borrow it from any second-year." Ron was already lounging on a cushion, lazily pointing his wand at a humanoid target ahead.

"To be precise, it works on all spells. A skilled counter-curse master can even use it to dispel weather charms that supposedly only Meteolojinx Recanto can remove." Harry said.

"The first Dark Lord Grindelwald's Fiendfyre that swept through Paris—it was put out with Finite Incantatem too."

"Finite Incantatem is a spell you can never fully master."

"It grows with your knowledge, your experience, your magical aptitude."

"But... that's only if you're fast enough to undo it."

"The [Killing Curse] kills on contact, and for something dead to regenerate..."

[...Experience +3...]

—Haha, I've saved up enough for a ten-pull again!

Harry held back a laugh. "Only a magical force of equal intensity and speed, or a counteractive powerful magic prepared in advance, along with a physical barrier, can cut off the [Killing Curse]'s power."

"Preparing a robe covered in live mice might also work, but that doesn't count as cutting it off."

"Using a Transfiguration spell to conjure a shield, or a charm to move a solid obstacle into place, is more convenient for a skilled wizard."

"One thing to note here is that when the [Killing Curse] hits a non-living object, it produces an effect similar to the [Explosion Curse]. You need to ensure your shield or obstacle is sturdy enough." Harry made a punching motion.

"Or... add the power of [Finite Incantatem]."

Harry spoke with ease. His content sounded like an Auror's, but his tone was that of an experienced dark wizard who'd often chomped down on big gourds.

"Oh, Harry." Hermione's eyes reddened.

It wasn't just Hermione who overlooked the oddity, thinking Harry was forcing a smile, reminded of her own parents.

The others felt the same.

"Harry, you don't have to face an enemy you can't possibly beat," Ron coughed. "The Dark Lord has Dumbledore. Even if he's not dead, he's probably barely a ghost by now."

"Weasley's right." Draco chimed in, glaring at Ron for stealing his lackey role.

Neville nodded.

—Are you guys out of your minds?

He'd long since been swept past any mood for melancholy.

—Experience distribution, time to pull!

The [Savior Training Manual], snowy white with a hint of crimson, materialized. As the pages turned, everything froze...

The bronze luster grew increasingly solid.

[[Core Savior lv8] (All Resistances +6)—1/100]

[Respected Savior Lord, you have a total of 8 accumulated draw chances, plus a secondary guaranteed Bronze talent draw chance. Do you wish to draw?]

"Draw for me! Ten-pull!"