[Super Invincible Study God System (inactive) Activation requirement: develop basic habits of self-discipline. A good habit takes twenty-eight days to develop (current progress: 2/28). As a study god, good lifestyle habits are essential! Start from scratch and build them. Today's tasks: Jog one kilometer, at least 0.5 kilometers per session (500/1000). Incomplete; Walk two kilometers at a leisurely pace, at least 0.5 kilometers per session (1000/2000). Incomplete; Do 100 squats, at least 20 per session (100/100). Complete; Do 100 push-ups, at least 20 per session (60/100). Incomplete; Read deeply for 1 hour (37/50). Incomplete; Practice basic spells 10 times (2/10). Incomplete; Win one qualifying competition (1/1). Complete]
Tris took a deep breath as he stared at the system screen before him.
What bullshit study god system? This was clearly a grind dog system.
The system had appeared two days ago, when he and Ron received their Hogwarts acceptance letters. Tris had been a little excited at first.
Then he saw the activation requirements and nearly threw up.
He was a wizard. What was the point of making him do so much physical training? The workload might not look like much, but he was still an eleven-year-old child, and he had barely exercised at all over the past ten years...
And that qualifying competition was another huge trap!
He had to win a game or competition involving at least two people, with a sufficiently high level of competition.
That was why Tris had called everyone over to play cards.
Since the competition had to meet a certain threshold, the system had decided that only seven consecutive wins at cards would count. That was no easy feat. Fortunately, the system had given him a reward when it appeared.
[Memory Palace]
It could convert short-term memories into long-term ones, arranging them like bricks and tiles within a palace of memories. He could retrieve them whenever he needed them.
Although it did nothing to improve his reasoning ability, Tris still considered it an extremely useful ability.
There were no magical tomes or scrolls at home. Still, his overwhelming sense of impending danger had driven Tris to seek out magical knowledge early on.
That had not been difficult. There were several textbooks his older brothers had used at home, enough for self-study, though his progress had been far from efficient.
The arrival of the Memory Palace ability had greatly improved that.
He had learned more in the past two days than he had in the previous month, and remembered it more accurately, too!
After getting this skill, Tris had lamented more than once that, had he known this would happen, even casually flipping through the original Harry Potter books in his previous life would have let him dig out every detail now using his Memory Palace.
Unfortunately, he had only watched the eleven films in the main series and its spin-offs. He had never even touched the original books.
Apart from studying, the Memory Palace's greatest use at present was helping Tris win at cards.
The Memory Palace did not improve his ability to memorize things on the spot, so tracking the order of the cards was beyond him. Instead, he had brute-forced his way into memorizing the wear along the edges of every card's back...
The card game just now had completed today's competition task. Next came the rest of his exercise tasks.
As long as the grind didn't kill him, he would grind himself into the ground!
Under Ron's, Charlie's, and Ginny's curious, puzzled gazes, Tris first did twenty push-ups-that was already his current limit.
After panting like a dog for quite a while, he finally stood up and began jogging around the outside of The Burrow's yard.
Apart from jogging and walking, he was nearly done with his physical training. Once he finished the running and walking, he could do the reading and spell practice after dinner, then another twenty push-ups before bed.
Perfect!
Tris adjusted his breathing as he planned it all out.
The exercise workload the system assigned was definitely not light for an eleven-year-old, but it also seemed calibrated precisely to Tris's physical limits.
It even corrected his form while he exercised. Right now, for instance, it kept reminding him to adjust his posture and breathing as he ran.
The system's methods really worked. Following its guidance left him exhausted after a workout, but as long as he ate his fill and got some sleep, the fatigue would vanish by the time he woke up. He would even feel more energetic than before.
Tris wondered whether, after sticking with it for a few days, he could get his brothers to train with him.
He was not yet sure how important physical fitness was to a wizard, but since the system's training included wizard-related tasks, there was probably a reason for it.
His system buddy was still trustworthy... right?
The important thing was that he could not be the only one suffering!
Though the sun was already sinking in the west, the weather was still hot. By the time Tris finished his five hundred meters, his undershirt was soaked through, and his legs felt particularly heavy.
He gritted his teeth and kept going, slowly walking around the yard, determined to finish both the jogging and walking as planned.
By the time he finished, dusk had fallen.
After taking a short breather and returning to the house, Tris first had a bath.
Although Molly did not know why her youngest son had become so keen on exercise lately, she had thoughtfully prepared hot water for him-a simple task for a witch skilled in household magic.
The wooden bathtub was rough, but soaking after his workout still felt so good that Tris hummed in contentment. He nearly fell asleep in the tub, until Molly's voice came from downstairs.
"Tris, come down for dinner!"
Tris called back, climbed out of the tub, dried himself off, and changed into something old but clean before heading down to the dining room.
Arthur had already returned from work. Everyone was there except Bill, who was in Egypt.
"Tris, you stuck with your exercise again today?" Arthur asked in surprise when he saw Tris come downstairs with his hair still wet.
"Yes, Dad," Fred cut in. "If he keeps it up for another two days, you'll owe me a Silver Sickle."
Tris was mortified. His unreliable father and even more unreliable brother were betting on him.
To be fair, his family knew him well. Left to his own devices, he probably really would not have lasted more than three to five days.
But he had a system!
"Dad, did you bring the newspapers home?" Tris changed the subject.
"Yes, they're in the living room," Arthur replied.
His youngest son had liked reading newspapers ever since he was four or five, when Molly first began teaching him and Ron to read and write.
The Weasley family had originally subscribed only to the Daily Prophet and Witch Weekly. But after discovering that Tris liked newspapers, Arthur had started taking advantage of the Ministry of Magic by bringing home the other newspapers his office subscribed to.
After all, once the day was over, that day's newspapers were useless.
Arthur felt entirely justified in this reasoning, without the slightest awareness that he was being a freeloader.
There was plenty of food on the table, and Tris deserved some of the credit.
His parents were both so hopeless at managing money that Tris's plan to open up the ancestral home had made no progress.
Still, his efforts had produced results...
"Oh, right." Arthur seemed to remember something. He took an envelope from his pocket and handed it to Tris. "Witch Weekly sent this to me, but it should really be yours. Your second piece got an even better response than the first."
Tris raised his eyebrows slightly, took the envelope, and opened it.
Beside him, Ron and Ginny leaned in for a look.
Tris did not mind. He pulled out its contents.
It was a check.
Most of Gringotts' employees were not human, but they had at least done something decent and put together a reasonably serviceable financial payment system.
That included checks.
When Ron and Ginny saw the amount, their eyes widened.
Tris could not resist whistling, which earned him a scolding from Molly.
"They actually paid you fifteen hundred Galleons for that 'The Domineering Dark Wizard Fell in Love with Me' story?" Ron exclaimed before he could stop himself.
Even Percy and Charlie, who had initially remained calm, could not help turning to look.
That amount was several times Arthur's salary.
Although Arthur's department was a relatively obscure one in the Ministry of Magic and paid less than the Auror Office, he was still a department head with considerable seniority. His salary was above the wizarding world's median.
"Fifteen hundred?" Percy could not help leaning over. When he saw the figure on the check, he looked baffled. "Wasn't it only three hundred last time? I read that story of yours. It didn't seem like anything special."
"I thought it was really good!" Ginny immediately spoke up in staunch support of her seventh older brother.
It was not just because he often told her stories and they were close. She genuinely thought the story was very good.
Ron and Charlie, who had also read the manuscript, were equally puzzled. They did not think it was good either.
Tris smiled without explaining.
Why had he submitted it to Witch Weekly? Because it was aimed at female readers, of course. It was perfectly normal for Percy and the others not to like it while Ginny did.
"Well, I don't know what's so good about that story either..." Arthur smacked his lips. "But the editor at the weekly told me something.
"The issue with Tris's previous story sold three times as many copies as usual. For this one, they released the news in advance, and apparently sales rose almost tenfold. As you know, unlike the Daily Prophet, Witch Weekly is published worldwide."
Gasp!
Sharp intakes of breath sounded around the table.
"I think Tris's stories are very good, too." Molly, the true head of the household, spoke up. After first firmly supporting her son, she changed tack.
"Now, Tris, you're still young. It isn't safe for you to keep so much money yourself. Give it to Mum, and I'll look after it for you. When you need some, just ask me."
Tris blinked, recalling something he had never experienced in his previous life but had seen discussed online many times.
The New Year's gift money that dear Mother would help you "save"...
Yikes. So they did that abroad, too.