The Boy Who Lived!

"You were able to modify your own wand???"

Snape looked as if he had just heard an utterly ridiculous joke.

The joke was so absurd.

It wasn't even funny anymore.

"Yes, that's right. I just followed the textbooks from Flourish and Blotts, added a few of my own sudden inspirations, and finished it."

Devero nodded and said.

Snape couldn't believe that Devero had said such a thing so easily.

But considering he had just produced a version of the Polyjuice Potion using minimal ingredients that even Snape couldn't manage.

Snape couldn't help but start to believe him.

"How long have you been doing this?"

Snape asked hesitantly.

He knew that if Devero were lying to him, the boy would essentially be facing expulsion.

"Not long, just two weeks. I've only cast a few hundred spells or so."

Snape couldn't help but rub his forehead.

If everything this kid said was true.

And the Ministry of Magic hadn't come knocking in two weeks.

Then it was certain he hadn't been caught.

But if that were the case.

Then could this kid, besides being a Potion Prodigy.

Also be a supreme genius in wand-making?

"Wait a moment, tell me in detail how you modified this wand... Damn it! We're running out of time!"

Before Devero could explain the details of his wand modification to Snape.

Snape cursed under his breath.

Saying they were about to be late.

He told Devero to find him and discuss it privately once they reached the school.

Then he grabbed Devero by the shoulder.

Pop!

Devero felt as if he had been flushed down a toilet.

He arrived at a new location, dizzy and disoriented.

Although he was already quite proficient at Apparition himself.

Being dragged along by Snape.

Was still a bit much to handle.

It didn't feel nearly as comfortable as casting the spell himself.

He turned his head.

They were currently in a small alleyway.

There were no wizards or Muggles in sight.

Snape shoved a train ticket into Devero's hand.

"Now, go into the station and board the train. The platform is Platform Nine and Three-Quarters. The entrance is the stone pillar between platforms nine and ten. Just run straight at it without hesitation."

After giving his instructions.

Snape narrowed his eyes.

"And another thing, I don't care where you learned it—you are not to Apparate anywhere I cannot see you!"

With that, he shoved Devero out of the alleyway.

Devero walked toward the station, feeling a bit dazed.

Just as he was about to enter.

He looked back.

Snape had already vanished from the alley.

To be honest, an eleven-year-old half-blood boy.

Walking into a train station with a toad on his shoulder.

Was still a bit bizarre.

It drew the attention of quite a few Muggle adults.

But Devero ignored them completely.

He walked toward Platform Nine on his own.

Before long, he arrived at his destination.

He successfully found the stone pillar between the two platforms.

However.

The thought of running into a stone pillar without any protection.

Made him feel a bit worried.

To be honest, he was a little afraid.

Just as Devero was hesitating on the spot.

Suddenly, another boy, who looked about the same age as Devero and was pushing a huge luggage cart.

Appeared on the platform with a look of anxiety on his face.

Devero saw that he had just been scolded by a platform guard.

Green eyes, wearing glasses.

Long hair covering his forehead.

There was no mistake!

This was the famous Boy Who Lived!

The boy who lived!

Harry Potter!

Devero immediately went up to him.

"Hey, are you also a first-year at Hogwarts?"

Devero reached out his hand in a friendly manner.

"I am too, my name is Devero, Devero Alexander, and you?"

Harry was startled at first by the sudden appearance of a peer.

But upon hearing that the other boy was also a Hogwarts student.

He immediately revealed a relieved smile.

"Hello, I'm Harry, Harry Potter, it's really great to meet you!"

As he spoke, Harry shook the hand Devero had extended.

However, looking back at Devero, for some reason.

Devero was stunned at this moment.

Devero figured he would never forget the day he saw Harry Potter's traits.

[Name: Harry Potter]

[Age: 11]

[Spell Library: Love (Ancient Magic/Effective until age 17, currently active)]

[Traits: The Boy Who Lived (Red), Protection of Love (Gold), Horcrux (Gold), Flying Broom Prodigy (Purple), Magical Talent (Purple)]

[The Boy Who Lived (Red): Born with extremely high prestige, you will surely achieve extraordinary feats in the final battle against your nemesis! However, the path you ultimately take depends on your choices.]

[Protection of Love (Gold): Protection brought by deep love. Before you come of age, as long as you spend some time with a blood relative each year, no one can take your life!]

[Horcrux (Gold): Accidentally turned into a Horcrux by a powerful dark wizard, you have inherited this person's talents to a certain extent, including superior talent in Dark Arts and Parseltongue!]

[Flying Broom Prodigy (Purple): A natural aviator, you have an innate mastery of flight-based items, especially flying brooms. Even years of training by ordinary people cannot match the intuition you were born with!]

[Magical Talent (Purple): Possessing magical talent beyond that of an average wizard, you learn spells faster than others and possess a certain degree of creativity.]

Oh my god!

Aside from himself.

This was the first time Devero had seen someone with more than one gold trait!

And it was also the first time he had seen a red trait!

Furthermore, all of Harry's traits were above purple!

Should he say that it was expected of the Boy Who Lived?!

It really was no joke!

Devero didn't hesitate to incorporate the entries of The Boy Who Lived, Protection of Love, Flying Broom Prodigy, and Magical Talent into his plan.

He immediately loaded The Boy Who Lived (Red), Protection of Love, and Magical Talent (Purple).

As for the Horcrux.

Uh, he certainly didn't want to be sharing dreams with a nosy, bald old man while he was trying to sleep.

He would leave that particular blessing for Harry to enjoy all on his own.

Choosing to load two purple entries was perfectly normal.

And not selecting Flying Broom Prodigy (Purple) at the start was just a matter of convenience.

It wouldn't matter if he loaded it later at school.

However, Devero had his own reasons for choosing to load Protection of Love.

He wanted to test something.

He wanted to see if he could use this method to find his own blood relatives.

After all, by possessing this entry.

He would essentially possess the magic of "love."

In this way.

He could determine who his blood relatives were by checking whether this magic took effect.

As for The Boy Who Lived entry, Devero actually just wanted to see.

Since he was already eleven years old.

How he would possess such high prestige.

He wanted to see how the system would justify this for him.

[Ding!]

[Loading copied entry: The Boy Who Lived (Red)...]

[Loading copied entry: Protection of Love (Gold)...]

[Loading copied entry: Magical Talent (Purple)...]

[Copy complete!]

Suddenly.

The moment the entry copying was finished.

Devero didn't experience that sudden physical transformation he felt when he copied Potion Prodigy and Wand-making Prodigy.

Or rather, he did, but it was very subtle.

What was different.

Was that Devero felt as if some mysterious change had occurred within him.

This change was impossible to describe.

It was as if he had caught a sudden glimpse of his future, only to forget it all in an instant.

It was a very strange sensation.

"Devero? Are you alright?"

Harry's concerned question snapped Devero back to reality.

"Oh, oh... I'm fine. Um, what were we just talking about?"

Devero didn't have time to dwell on that profound, ethereal feeling.

He planned to think about it later on the train.

"Right, we were saying that we need to get to the station, but I'm not really sure how to find... well, the truth is, I don't know how to get onto Platform Nine and Three-Quarters!"

Harry sounded a bit bashful when he brought this up.

He probably didn't want his classmate to know that he, the famous Boy Who Lived, was actually a "dummy" who didn't know anything.

Devero understood perfectly.

He grinned.

Then, he led Harry to the stone pillar.

"Come on, Harry, don't think about anything! Just run straight at the pillar!"