The Super Scholar System Appears

Arriving at Old Tom's shop, Mr. Harris greeted Tom warmly: "Mr. Tom, business is booming! Please get me a glass of butterbeer, and a pumpkin juice for each of the children."

"Certainly, Mr. Harris, please wait a moment."

Old Tom bowed, seemingly grateful for the customer's patronage.

"How touchingly professional!" Allen couldn't help but exclaim.

"Owen, Owen Harris..." A passionate call came from the rear right of the shop window.

"Arthur, so good to see you!" Mr. Harris embraced Arthur Weasley warmly, as if he were a long-lost brother.

"It's rare to have some leisure time together; why don't we go grab a couple of drinks!"

Mr. Harris felt he had found an opportunity; Arthur would surely be willing to discuss the handling of Muggle artifacts.

"Alright." Glancing at his wife Molly, who was chatting happily with Mrs. Harris, Arthur Weasley agreed without hesitation.

"Ron, you can go play with this young man here, just make sure not to wander off."

No sooner had he spoken than a red-haired boy with freckles across his nose emerged from behind him, looking at Allen with excitement.

This is a rare opportunity for a free tour, Allen thought.

Ron was a very talkative person, and he seemed rarely to have encountered such a receptive listener.

As an excellent teacher, Allen was very skilled at listening, and furthermore, he learned a great deal of interesting information during their conversation.

Through subtle encouragement and probing, Allen gradually integrated the common knowledge about the wizarding world left behind by his predecessor, hiding his original identity even deeper.

"Allen, look, it's so lively over there!" Ron, who had been rambling on about Quidditch, suddenly changed the subject.

Allen followed Ron's gaze and saw a crowd gathered next to the Quidditch boutique, with cheers and applause rising one after another.

Ron immediately stopped his progress toward the Quidditch boutique and instead pulled Allen into the crowd.

"Wow, Malfoy is amazing; he's already earned five medals of honor and can exchange them for a Lawrence poster."

A voice filled with envy and jealousy rang in his ears, and there were many more like it.

"Who is Lawrence?" Allen asked Ron.

"He's the Seeker for the Irish team! He turned the tide in the recent Quidditch match and won the victory for Ireland!"

Ron made no secret of his fanatical worship of Lawrence, his eyes burning as he looked at the poster.

"Ha, Allen, why don't we try participating too? We can definitely beat Malfoy. As long as we answer 10 questions correctly, we can get two posters!" Ron looked at Allen expectantly.

"Heh, want to beat me? Try it if you have the guts!"

Malfoy looked Ron and Allen up and down, his every expression and body language conveying disdain.

Many so-called "upper-class" people have a knack for this; without needing many words, a single look can make you feel uncomfortable, making you realize your own poverty and insignificance.

Malfoy's platinum-blonde hair shone in the sunlight, but his otherwise cute face was ruined by his arched eyebrows, making him look overly arrogant and annoying.

"We'll definitely beat you! Allen, let's go answer the questions." Ron shook his fist at Malfoy.

Malfoy squinted at Allen. This boy, who possessed the same platinum-blonde hair as him, actually had more of the temperament a pure-blood wizard should have than the Weasley beside him.

If he weren't hanging around with the traitorous Weasley family, he would be much better suited to be his lackey than Goyle or Crabbe: "You're called Allen? With that hair, are you a child of the Harris family? If you can answer three questions correctly, I'll allow you to be my lackey."

What a tsundere boy, Allen thought. As a homeroom teacher of seven years, Allen knew all too well the true desires hidden deep within these teenagers.

The boy before him was, in the plot of his memories, someone who only ended up at odds with Harry Potter before school even started because of his annoying speech and arrogant attitude; his initial goal had merely been to make friends with Harry Potter.

But when it came to answering questions, Allen really lacked confidence. After all, as an outsider, he had only read the original work and didn't really understand the knowledge system of this world.

Ron had already pulled Allen into the queue. Allen pulled himself together and carefully observed the performance of the contestants ahead.

So far, no one had managed to answer more than 3 questions correctly.

Ron was already dumbfounded: "Allen, this is a disaster, we're going to be embarrassed. I don't know a single question, what about you?"

On the contrary, half of Allen's worries had already vanished.

These were nothing more than brain teasers and logical riddles. As a math teacher, his hobbies included playing Sudoku or solving logic puzzles.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here." Allen, his confidence boosted, reassured Ron.

Soon, it was Allen and Ron's turn.

The Quidditch shop clerk waved his wand, and a giant piece of parchment, ten inches wide and long, quickly displayed the question: Five silver Sickles of the same size. They must all touch each other; how should they be arranged?

"Oh, I've never even touched a silver Sickle!" Ron's hands were buried in his hair in despair, pulling tightly.

"This has nothing to do with whether you have silver Sickles or not. Don't worry, I can solve this."

Allen's confident demeanor successfully stopped Ron from pulling his hair out.

"Place one silver Sickle on the bottom, then place the second and third on top of the first, and place the remaining fourth and fifth vertically on top of the first."

Allen demonstrated as he spoke, using the silver Sickles.

No one could solve the problem so quickly, not even Malfoy. Unless the contestant had seen the solution to this specific puzzle beforehand, but this young wizard clearly wasn't at an age where he could wander the streets alone.

He accepted the star-shaped honor badge handed over by the clerk, and at the same time, received countless looks of admiration.

"The second question is also related to coins."

The shop assistant seemed to favor Allen, winking at him.

"Only one person can take the next challenge. Which one of you will it be?"

Ron looked at Allen with eager eyes, making Allen feel that he should step up and take the lead without hesitation.

"I'll do it!" Allen said, looking at the shop assistant.

"Please close your eyes!" The shop assistant used a thick, folded red cloth to cover Allen's eyes.

Then, the assistant brought out a pile of Knuts, placed them on the table, waved his wand, and said, "There are 23 Knuts lying flat on the table, 10 of which are face-up. Please find the best way to divide these Knuts into two piles so that each pile has the same number of face-up Knuts."

"That's too hard. Knuts feel the same on both sides; you can't tell them apart by touch without seeing them!"

"This probably requires some kind of mental magic, to be able to see even without opening your eyes."

"Even if such magic existed, neither of us has heard of it. This is definitely not something a wizard who hasn't attended Hogwarts could master!"

Ron looked at Allen worriedly, "It's over. Allen said before that he doesn't know any spells!"

Completely unaffected by the onlookers, Allen calmly and composedly set aside 13 Knuts without changing their orientation, then took the remaining 10, also without changing their orientation, and flipped all 10 of them over.

"Absolutely correct! How amazing! Truly brilliant!" The shop assistant exclaimed in admiration as he untied the red cloth.

As expected, Allen solved the next three difficult problems with fluid ease.

The shop assistant handed Lawrence's poster to Allen.

This was no ordinary poster; it moved!

A man with a physique like a bodybuilder sat on a broomstick, tore open the clothes on his chest, and roared in celebration of his victory!

Allen didn't find it particularly surprising; after all, the world he lived in during his past life had moving images that were far longer than this.

He casually handed the poster to Ron. Ron's ears were bright red; he hadn't contributed anything to the competition, but he simply couldn't resist the temptation of Lawrence.

"I'll hang it at the head of my bed, thank you, Allen!" Ron stammered his thanks, clutching the poster tightly to his chest.

"I wouldn't if I were you." Allen glanced at the roaring Lawrence on Ron's chest, "You won't be able to sleep at night."

"Would you like to continue the challenge?"

The shop assistant was extremely amiable, clearly enjoying how Allen's lightning-fast speed was utterly crushing the onlookers. Such a pace made the crowd doubt their own existence, wondering, "Was I born without a brain?"

"Of course. Allen can definitely do it!" Ron had become Allen's fanboy, believing Allen was capable of anything.

"Very well." The shop assistant waved his wand excitedly, not giving Allen a chance to refuse. He was also looking forward to seeing how far Allen could go.

"What is the incantation for the Levitation Charm?" It was indeed difficult, as one had to attend magic school to learn it and be exposed to spells.

"Wingardium Leviosa." This didn't stump Allen; having read the original books and watched the movies, he was extremely familiar with the spell.

However, at the same time, he felt his challenge might soon come to an end, as the number of spells he remembered was truly limited.

"Ding—Super Scholar System at your service!" Just as Allen was accepting the reality that he might fail the challenge, an ethereal, young female voice rang out in his mind.