The Effects of the Zen Meditation Method?

"Devero, are you alright?"

Harry was the first to speak.

His face was full of worry.

The others also looked at Devero with concern.

Neville, in particular, was still in a state of shock.

He had just grabbed Crabbe by the collar.

He hadn't expected Crabbe to collapse like a pile of mud the very next second.

It had truly given him a fright.

However.

Over this short time spent together.

They had all come to feel that Devero was a steady, helpful student.

A student who was also excellent at his studies.

Yet, they hadn't expected him to do something like that just now.

Devero had mostly calmed down by this point.

"I'm fine, um, it's just, er, just..."

But he was still feeling somewhat confused.

He didn't know how to explain his sudden impulse.

Suddenly, for some reason, Devero began to breathe rhythmically.

Before long.

He felt his mind clear.

The agitation of the magic within his body was soothed.

The magical exhaustion from casting spells in quick succession seemed to be gradually recovering as well.

Devero opened his eyes in disbelief.

Had he, without even realizing it.

Practiced the Zen Meditation Method?

The effect was surprisingly good!

"It's alright, Devero. If I knew those spells, I definitely would have done the same thing to them!"

Ron patted Devero on the shoulder and said.

Neville nodded repeatedly as well.

"Yeah, spells like that are probably advanced coursework anyway! You're far stronger than them, Devero!"

"Thank you, everyone."

Devero pulled himself out of the surprise brought on by the Zen Meditation Method.

He offered the group a faint smile.

Although the effect of the Zen Meditation Method had shocked him.

And he even felt a bit like trying it again.

He still needed to think about why his emotions had suddenly spiraled out of control.

It seemed to be some kind of physiological reaction.

The moment he heard that word.

The magic throughout his body had felt as if it were boiling.

Scalding magic had surged into his mind all at once.

Instantly shattering Devero's reason.

All he had wanted to do was beat that Draco to a pulp.

He hadn't wanted to think about anything else.

Now, he only felt a lingering sense of fear.

It was fortunate that he only knew a few Dark Arts spells.

Just a moment ago, he had been itching to throw an Avada Kedavra right in that guy's face.

But he was on the train to school.

To treat a classmate like that.

He wondered what kind of punishment he would face?

Thinking of this.

Devero felt extremely anxious once again.

"Wait a moment, everyone. Setting aside the fact that we just sent three students flying into another carriage while on the train to Hogwarts."

Hermione waved her hand to draw everyone's attention.

"I mean, that really wasn't necessary, was it? We're risking expulsion from school!"

As expected.

First-year Hermione was just like this.

Before experiencing the troll incident.

She was still a rigid rule-follower who treated school regulations as the gospel.

Ron jumped up immediately.

"Not necessary? It was absolutely necessary! Did you hear what he called you? That word is equivalent to calling your entire family pigs, do you understand?"

Ron spoke with righteous indignation.

Neville also nodded with rare seriousness.

"Is it like 'Paki'?"

Hermione's expression changed instantly.

She seemed to understand all at once.

Why everyone had been so angry just now.

Of course, Harry didn't understand that part.

He was simply angry because Malfoy had insulted his friends.

"No wonder... he... asked me just now..."

Hermione lowered her head, muttering something to herself.

She must have encountered Malfoy before coming to Devero's carriage.

Suddenly.

She snapped her head up.

Her face was flushed red, filled with indignation.

Like a little lion with its fur standing on end.

She looked incredibly angry.

Without another word, she stood up.

She opened the carriage door, intending to leave.

Devero stood up and blocked her path.

"What are you doing?"

Hermione tried hard to push Devero aside.

"I'm going to teach them a lesson, Devero. Move."

But it was obvious that she, as a girl, couldn't possibly push Devero.

"Calm down. You saw it yourself; I already taught them a lesson. Besides, let me bear the consequences of potential expulsion alone. I don't want you all to be held accountable by the school for this."

As Devero spoke.

Perhaps influenced by the Zen Meditation Method.

His tone was incredibly sincere.

He looked at Hermione with a firm gaze.

It seemed to carry a powerful sense of persuasion.

The stubborn Hermione from the original story.

At this moment, after pushing against Devero a few times, she simply puffed out her cheeks while looking at him.

She stopped trying to retaliate against Malfoy and his group.

Devero breathed a sigh of relief and sat back down.

He felt a bit strange in his heart.

Was Hermione really this easy to talk to?

Or could it be that practicing the Zen Meditation Method.

Actually enhanced his powers of persuasion to some extent?

Devero decided he would have to find an opportunity to test it out later.

At the same time, he truly didn't want the Golden Trio to be missing one or two members because of him.

Besides, it didn't really matter whether he attended classes at Hogwarts or not.

He was already a top-tier talent in wand-making, potions, and magic.

Securing the title of Potions Master by hanging around Snape later on was a certainty.

Dropping out or anything of the sort?

That was only enough to scare little brats like Harry and Hermione.

It couldn't constrain Devero.

Even if he were expelled the moment he arrived at Hogwarts.

He wouldn't care.

It would just be a pity about the [Trait Upgrade Cards] and such that he could have obtained from Hogwarts.

Not to mention losing a steady source of a hundred or so blue traits every year.

Living a simple, quiet life as he was now was comfortable enough.

Before long.

The stifling atmosphere in the carriage vanished.

Although the five of them were quite cramped sitting in one compartment.

With Harry's snacks.

And the occasional spell demonstrations from Devero and Hermione.

They were having a great time chatting.

After all.

Just as it was said in the original story.

People who might not have had much intersection otherwise.

After experiencing some special events together.

It was hard not to become good friends.

And beating up an arrogant, bigoted young master.

That was likely one of those events.

"Hey, Devero, do you know what kind of test the Sorting Ceremony involves?"

Harry asked.

There was some worry on his face.

Clearly, he lacked confidence in himself.

Without the disturbance of Draco Malfoy.

The atmosphere in the carriage had become much more relaxed.

They naturally began to discuss their upcoming life at Hogwarts.

"Will the Sorting Ceremony be very scary?"

There was a hint of unease in Ron's voice.

"I heard it might cause quite a bit of physical harm."

Upon hearing this, Neville and Harry.

Both wore worried expressions on their faces.

I don't know any magic at all right now; if I have to fight something, I...

Hermione's expression was also grave.

Clearly, she was pondering this question as well.

Devero just smiled without saying a word.

He thought to himself.

What kind of harm could wearing a hat possibly cause? That silly boy Ron has been thoroughly pranked by his brothers.

However, he didn't say it out loud.

He just smiled slightly.

And comforted him, "Don't worry, Ron, the Sorting Hat is just an ordinary magical object; it won't hurt you."

But obviously, the words of a young wizard who had never been to Hogwarts himself didn't carry much credibility.

Then.

They began to chat about which house they each hoped to join.

Ron and Neville both expressed their desire to enter Gryffindor.

It was a place filled with courage and a spirit of adventure.

Moreover, most of their family members had gone there as well.

Harry said dejectedly that he might end up in Hufflepuff.

Hermione, meanwhile, was torn between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor.

Her intelligence and wit made her well-suited for Ravenclaw.

Yet, the bravery deep within her heart made her yearn for Gryffindor.

As they talked, the group asked Devero which house he wanted to join.

"Me? I'll most likely go to Ravenclaw."

Devero said with a smile.

As for the reason.

Devero was actually very interested in Professor Flitwick, the Head of Ravenclaw.

Professor Flitwick was not only a top-tier dueling champion!

He was also the Charms professor!

If he could build a good relationship with him.

Perhaps he could even ask for some private tutoring.

And have him teach him more advanced spells.

Thinking of this.

A glimmer of anticipation flashed in Devero's eyes.

Of course.

Right now, Devero was facing the risk of expulsion.

These thoughts seemed a bit distant.

However.

He did not share these worries with the others.

Instead, he continued to chat happily with everyone.

During this time, prompted by Hermione, the group had changed into their Hogwarts school robes.

The sky outside gradually grew dark.

The group ate snacks.

Chatting boisterously.

Devero chimed in from time to time.

Sharing some of his experiences and interesting stories from Diagon Alley.

Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville were all deeply captivated by his tales.

The carriage was filled with laughter and joy.

After a while.

Devero pretended to close his eyes to rest.

He began to attempt the Zen Meditation Method he had previously acquired.

It felt much like it had after he attacked Malfoy.

He suddenly felt his mind clear.

As if everything had calmed down.

He could even clearly feel the flow of magic within his body.

Guided by the wisdom of the sages in his mind.

Devero suddenly drew his mental energy out from his body.

And began to blanket the carriage with it.

However, the other children did not notice any difference.

Devero should have been very excited at this moment.

But he was unusually calm.

He simply continued to explore and circulate.

Training his own mental strength.

And so it went.

To others, it appeared as though Devero had truly fallen asleep.

When the sky had turned completely dark.

A sudden hiss of steam echoed through the air.

The train gradually came to a halt.

Only then did Devero slowly open his eyes.

He knew that he had finally arrived—Hogwarts!