Hard work And Rewards

After a few days under Madam Pomfrey's care, he was finally discharged from the Hospital Wing. Though his body still carried faint traces of the bruises and exhaustion, his pride was intact, and his resolve stronger than ever. Life at Hogwarts resumed as usual, and so did he—attending classes, walking through the bustling corridors, trying to appear unbothered by the lingering whispers that followed him everywhere.

On the morning of his first breakfast back in the Great Hall, the inevitable happened—he came face to face with Frey.

Their eyes locked briefly. Frey didn't say a word. Instead, the boy smirked—an arrogant, mocking curl of the lips—as if to silently declare, You don't even know it was me. With that same smug confidence, Frey turned away and strutted back to the Slytherin table, laughing and chatting like nothing had happened.

The twins sitting beside him—loyal, mischievous, and infuriated—burned with quiet rage. Their wands were half-drawn beneath the table.

"Say the word," one of them muttered under his breath. "We'll jinx him right here."

But he shook his head subtly. Now wasn't the time.

As he sat at the Gryffindor table, the weight of a hundred curious eyes pressed down on him. After all, he'd been the subject of Hogwarts gossip for nearly a week—the boy found near the Forbidden Forest, half-dead under mysterious circumstances. The rumors were wild. Some said werewolves attacked him, others whispered about the Acromantulas, while the more absurd tales spoke of centaur abductions.

He tried to act unfazed, pushing food around his plate, eyes scanning the hall like nothing was amiss.

Later that day, outside near the courtyard, he unexpectedly crossed paths with Cassandra Vole.

She stood there, arms folded, her piercing eyes regarding him with mild annoyance. "So, you recovered?" she asked coolly.

A smirk crept onto his face. "Why? Hoping I wouldn't?"

She rolled her eyes, brushing off his words with practiced disdain. "It was your own stupid pranks that landed you there in the first place. You better stop playing the fool, especially with your current… opponent. He's too powerful for you."

His eyes narrowed. "You know who did it to me, don't you? Yet you didn't tell Dumbledore? Funny—you were quick enough to rat us out over that little Quidditch incident."

Cassandra exhaled sharply, turning away. "You're so annoying," she snapped, walking off toward the library without another word.

Ignoring her, he made his way to the Room of Requirement. The events of the last week cemented one truth in his mind: he needed power. He needed spells. Defense—and offense—were no longer optional.

The room morphed for his needs, conjuring shelves of spellbooks, practice dummies, and enchanted targets. He trained relentlessly.

One week passed.

Day and night, he drilled spell after spell into muscle memory, pouring every ounce of frustration, determination, and curiosity into his training.

Then came the day he'd been waiting for—the Defense Against the Dark Arts class with Professor James Potter.

He took his seat beside Katie Bell, his fingers tapping restlessly on the desk as anticipation bubbled beneath his calm exterior.

James Potter entered the room with a charismatic smile, a glint of mischief behind his spectacles. "Good morning, students. I trust you all brought the homework I assigned?"

The class groaned collectively as parchment rustled across the desks. When Potter reached him, his gaze lingered for a heartbeat longer than necessary.

"Well, you've got the perfect excuse for forgetting," James remarked lightly. "Hospital Wing recovery is valid—this time. But next time, no excuses."

"Yes, Professor. I won't forget again," he replied with a nod.

The lesson began, focused on magical creatures—what they were, how to identify them, and most importantly, how to survive an encounter. Standard material for first-years, yet he soaked in every word, knowing knowledge was his greatest weapon now.

When the class ended, Professor Potter's voice cut through the chatter. "You. Stay behind a moment."

The others filed out, leaving him alone with the famous James Potter, the man who once stood at the heart of wizarding history.

"How are you feeling?" James asked, his tone carrying the warmth of genuine concern.

"Much better. Thank you for asking, Professor."

James hesitated for a fraction of a second. "Was it… a Slytherin who did that to you?"

His eyes narrowed slightly. "Why do you ask specifically about Slytherin ?"

James studied him for a long, unreadable moment. Then, with a casual shrug, he said, "Just curious. If you ever need help—or someone to talk to—my door's open. You can trust me."

"Thank you, Professor," he replied before stepping out, his mind already racing with questions.

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The Next Day

Back in the Room of Requirement, after hours of training, the familiar mechanical chime of the system echoed in his ears:

"Congratulations, Host. You have completed your quest as you Mastered the 10 Spells."

A surge of warmth rushed through him as the reward window materialized before his eyes.

Reward:

• Magical Power +10

• New Spell Unlocked: ProtegoMaxima (Advanced Defensive Barrier)

Grinning, he whispered, "Show me my status window."

The translucent blue panel floated before him:

Mastered Spells:

• Protego (Shield Charm)

• Lumos (Light Charm)

• Nox (Extinguishing Charm)

• Alohomora (Unlocking Charm)

• Petrificus Totalus (Full Body-Bind Curse)

• Wingardium Leviosa (Levitation Charm)

• Silencio (Silencing Charm)

• Rictusempra (Tickling Hex)

• Obscuro (Blindfolding Charm)

• Muffliato (Muffling Charm)

And others like Accio, Stupefy, Silencio

Expelliarmus, Reparo , Locomotor , Immobulus (freezing charm ) , Scourgify( cleaning) 

The system's voice chimed again:

And your New Status 

 [System Interface – Cael Vale]

Designation: Reincarnated Host

Age: 12 (mentally… debatable)

Race: Human (Modified by Frey )

Class: [ young wizard ]

Titles: [Model Student, Cabbage Slayer (don't ask), Star Boy, Mister Precise]

Attribute : 

STR : 7 ( normal human adult 10 ) 

INT : 22 ( depends on human but on average Human adults is 20 ) 

CHR : 26( charisma, depends on humans condition but average is 10 )

Magic power:14 + 10 =24( in progress ) 

His grin widened because of the excitement 😁🥹