Honor

"Thank you so much, Mr. Fumengde, and of course... Mr. Sherlock. If you have time, you must come visit St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries..."

Perhaps realizing he had misspoken—after all, St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries was Europe's only wizarding hospital—Oster's invitation sounded rather strange coming from its director.

So he hurriedly corrected himself. "What I mean is... you can come find me anytime. We can have afternoon tea together or something."

"Of course."

Sherlock nodded calmly, and Fumengde did not take it to heart.

"Also, I have to say, Scarless Healing is an excellent spell. Mr. Sherlock, you are very clever as well. After chatting with you today, I have grown tremendously in my medical philosophy."

Oster took a small golden pouch from his pocket.

"A small money pouch enchanted with the Scarless Extension Charm. There are two thousand Galleons inside. This is a gift to Mr. Sherlock on behalf of St. Mungo's."

Seeing Oster offer the pouch to Sherlock, Sherlock calmly waved it away in refusal.

"Truly admirable. At such a young age, you are already unmoved by material wealth. Mr. Sherlock, your future achievements will surely be extraordinary. Though I know the Mephisto Family is one of the oldest families in the wizarding world, even older than our Bohan Family, and would not care about two thousand Galleons, you do not understand how great your contribution today has been. These two thousand Galleons are the reward you deserve."

Sherlock looked seriously at Oster, then accepted the pouch only after seeing his father's silent approval.

"Then farewell."

After leaving Mephisto Manor, the director and the two wizard doctors beside him each used Disapparation to depart.

Meanwhile, Rita Skeeter, who had gained everything she wanted, excitedly said to Fumengde and his son, "Tomorrow! Tomorrow, you will see young Sherlock publicly reveal the details of the Scarless Healing spell in the Daily Prophet. I have to say, young Sherlock, you are truly remarkable."

After speaking excitedly, she too used Disapparation and left.

"Whew... What a busy day, Father. But why do you know someone like that?" Sherlock asked curiously, referring to Rita Skeeter.

In the Harry Potter series, she was the infamous newspaper reporter who loved making things up.

"Before the family declined, people like her buzzed around high society like flies. As a noble, you cannot avoid them. You must learn to endure flattery, and you must also learn to endure the sorrow that follows prosperity."

Sherlock nodded solemnly.

The Mephisto Family truly was one of the oldest families in the wizarding world, one of the few that revered dark magic. There were even rumors that one-fifth of all dark magic had been created by the Mephisto Family.

The wealth left behind by their ancestors meant the Mephisto Family had no interest in even the slightest profit from the outside world.

Every member of the family was an aristocrat in the wizarding world, with immense prestige and influence.

But just as Fumengde had said, the Mephistos had begun to decline. Fumengde and his wife lived in seclusion, unwilling to step into the political whirlpool of the wizarding world even with their noble status.

His younger brother, Laike'er, was still wanted by the Ministry of Magic and hunted by Aurors. If captured, he would inevitably be sent to Azkaban.

Their father—Sherlock's grandfather—had chosen to take his own life after Voldemort's downfall in order to preserve the family.

At the time, he had still held the title of chairman of the International Dark Magic Association.

"I see hope in you, my son. Remember this... strength is what matters most. Just like the first and... second Dark Lords, when a wizard's power reaches a sufficient level, even the Ministry of Magic will tremble beneath his command..."

Fumengde wanted to continue, but when he remembered that neither the first nor second Dark Lord had met a good end, he abruptly fell silent.

"You will certainly restore the Mephisto name, but more than that, I hope you can live a happy life."

Sherlock nodded heavily. His father was afraid he would become the third Dark Lord.

But Sherlock was certain he would not become the third Dark Lord. Though he had been born into a pure-blood wizarding family that revered dark magic, Sherlock actually held no prejudice whatsoever toward Muggles, pure-bloods, or half-bloods.

Because Harry Potter had been his favorite series in his previous life. By the wizarding world's standards, the Sherlock of his previous life should have counted as a Muggle.

And the change had begun when he casually spent five yuan at a street stall to buy a notebook that looked like a spellbook.

The pages of that notebook had already yellowed with age. It seemed to have weathered many years, like some futuristic relic from the sixties or seventies.

It was because of that notebook that Sherlock had been reborn into the world of Harry Potter.

At first, Sherlock had not connected this incident with the notebook. It was not until he was four years old, when a burst of magic activated it within his mind, that he made the connection.

That was how Sherlock discovered the notebook's overwhelmingly powerful ability.

All he had to do was write an original spell in the notebook on the full moon of each month, along with its effects and rules, and that spell would become real.

His Scarless Healing spell had been the first product of the Magic Notebook. At the time, he did not understand the so-called rules of magic very well, so he had written that it used magic as energy to accelerate the body's natural tissue functions and speed up healing.

He had never expected it to actually work.

From then on, Sherlock understood that the so-called rules had to explain how magic, used as energy, would operate to achieve the desired effect. Without a clearly defined rule, even writing the incantation in the Magic Notebook would not make it real.

But with the Magic Notebook, which allowed him to create one original spell every month, Sherlock was certain that even if Voldemort returned in the future, he would have the confidence to resist him completely.

Another day passed...

In the Daily Prophet, Rita Skeeter published explosive news: Sherlock Mephisto had publicly revealed how to use the Scarless Healing spell.

This stunned the wizards of the wizarding world, followed by eager anticipation. After all, when they had seen a five-year-old child create a spell yesterday, they had already found it astonishing.

It had seemed almost like a fairy tale.

Yet he had revealed it so quickly. Every wizard who read the newspaper was thrilled and impatient to try the Scarless Healing spell.

Learning a new spell was not something that could be done overnight. It required long periods of practice before one could master it.

But some exceptionally intelligent and powerful wizards quickly managed to cast it. They then became certain that the Mephisto Family producing a young genius was an indisputable fact.

Yesterday, it had been the director of St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries visiting their home. Today, it was the Minister for Magic. Fudge kindly placed a Third Class Order of Merlin Medal, awarded by the largest legitimate wizarding organization in the world, the Order of Merlin, around Sherlock's neck.

Receiving an Order of Merlin Medal was absolutely an honor that any wizard in the wizarding world could boast about for the rest of their life.

Just like Gilderoy Lockhart, who had received a Third Class Order of Merlin Medal and had been smug enough to write about it at length in his books and publish an autobiography.

Sherlock had not expected that developing a single spell would create such an enormous impact in the wizarding world. Was it because of his age?