Chapter 11 The Boy Who Lived!

Chapter 11

"You can modify a wand yourself?!"

Snape reacted as if he'd heard an utterly absurd joke.

The joke was so ridiculous it wasn't even funny anymore.

"Yes, I did. Using the textbooks from Flourish and Blotts, plus a bit of my own inspiration, I managed it," Devero nodded, explaining.

Snape couldn't believe Devero would say something so outrageous so casually.

But considering Devero had just crafted a minimalist version of Polyjuice Potion—something even Snape couldn't do—he began to entertain the possibility.

"How long have you been doing this?" Snape asked hesitantly.

He knew if Devero was lying, he'd likely be expelled.

"Not long, just two weeks or so. I've probably cast spells a few hundred times," Devero replied.

Snape rubbed his forehead.

If this kid was telling the truth, and the Ministry hadn't come knocking in two weeks, then he hadn't been caught.

But if that was the case, was this kid not only a potions genius but also an extraordinary wandmaker?

"Wait, tell me exactly how you modified that wand… Damn it! We're running out of time!"

Before Devero could explain the wand modification in detail, Snape cursed under his breath, saying they were nearly late. He told Devero to discuss it later at school, grabbed his shoulder, and—

*Pop!*

Devero felt like he'd been sucked into a flushing toilet, disoriented as they arrived at a new location.

Though he was already adept at Apparition, being dragged along by Snape was far less comfortable than casting it himself.

Turning his head, they were now in a small alley, empty of wizards or Muggles.

Snape shoved a train ticket into Devero's hand.

"Now, go to the station and board the train. The platform is nine and three-quarters. The entrance is the pillar between platforms nine and ten—just charge straight at it, no hesitation."

After giving instructions, Snape narrowed his eyes.

"And I don't care where you learned it—you're not allowed to Apparate where I can't see you!"

With that, he pushed Devero out of the alley.

Devero, slightly dazed, headed toward the station.

Just before entering, he glanced back—Snape had vanished from the alley.

—

Truth be told, an eleven-year-old half-blood boy carrying a toad on his shoulder looked somewhat odd at a train station, drawing the attention of several Muggle adults.

But Devero ignored them, heading straight for platform nine.

Soon, he found the pillar between platforms nine and ten.

However, the idea of charging headfirst into a stone pillar without any protection made him a bit uneasy.

Honestly, he wasn't entirely sure he dared to do it.

As Devero hesitated, another boy about his age, pushing a large luggage cart, appeared on the platform, looking anxious.

Devero noticed he'd just been scolded by a platform guard.

Green eyes, glasses, long hair covering his forehead.

No mistake—this was the famous Savior!

The Boy Who Lived!

Harry Potter!

Devero immediately approached.

"Hey, are you a Hogwarts freshman too?" Devero extended a friendly hand. "I'm Devero, Devero Alexander. And you?"

Harry was startled by the sudden appearance of a peer but relaxed upon hearing Devero was also a Hogwarts freshman, smiling with relief.

"Hi, I'm Harry, Harry Potter. Great to meet you!"

Harry shook Devero's outstretched hand.

But as he looked at Devero, for some reason, Devero froze.

Devero would probably never forget the day he saw Harry Potter's profile.

…

[Name: Harry Potter]

[Age: 11]

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

[Traits: Savior (Red), Protection of Love (Gold), Horcrux (Gold), Flying Genius (Purple), Magical Talent (Purple)]

…

[Savior (Red): Naturally endowed with immense prestige. In the final confrontation with your nemesis, you will achieve extraordinary feats! But the path you take depends on your choices.]

[Protection of Love (Gold): Protection born from profound love. Until you come of age, spending time with blood relatives each year ensures no one can harm your life!]

[Horcrux (Gold): Accidentally made into a Horcrux by a powerful dark wizard, inheriting some of their talents, including exceptional aptitude for dark magic and Parseltongue!]

[Flying Broom Genius (Purple): A natural flyer, with innate mastery over flying devices like broomsticks, surpassing even those with years of training!]

[Magical Talent (Purple): Possesses magical talent beyond the average wizard, learning spells faster than most and displaying a degree of creativity.]

…

*Oh my gosh!*

Aside from himself, this was the first time Devero had seen someone with more than one gold trait!

And the first time he'd seen a red trait!

All of Harry's traits were purple or above!

As expected of the Savior, truly exceptional!

Without hesitation, Devero planned to copy [Savior], [Protection of Love], [Flying Broom Genius], and [Magical Talent] into his system.

For now, he loaded [Savior (Red)], [Protection of Love], and [Magical Talent (Purple)].

As for [Horcrux]—well, he had no interest in sharing dreams with a noseless, bald old man while sleeping. That "blessing" was best left to Harry.

Choosing two purple traits was straightforward.

Not picking [Flying Broom Genius] right away was a practical choice—he could always load it later at school.

As for [Protection of Love], Devero had a specific goal in mind: to test if he could use it to find his own blood relatives.

With this trait, he'd have access to the "Love" magic, which could indicate who his relatives were by whether the magic activated.

As for [Savior], Devero was curious. At eleven years old, how could he gain immense prestige? He wanted to see how the system would handle this.

[Ding!]

[Copying Trait: Savior (Red)…]

[Copying Trait: Protection of Love (Gold)…]

[Copying Trait: Magical Talent (Purple)…]

[Copy Complete!]

The moment the traits were copied, Devero didn't feel the dramatic physical change he'd experienced when copying [Potions Genius] or [Wandmaking Genius].

There was a slight sensation, but it was subtle.

Instead, he felt an indescribable shift, as if he'd glimpsed his life's future for a fleeting moment before forgetting it entirely.

A very strange feeling.

"Devero? You okay?" Harry's concerned voice snapped him out of it.

"Oh, uh, I'm fine. What were we talking about?"

Devero didn't have time to dwell on the mysterious sensation, deciding to think about it later on the train.

"Um, we were saying we need to get to the platform, but I don't really know how to… uh, I mean, I don't know how to get to platform nine and three-quarters!" Harry admitted, a bit embarrassed.

He probably didn't want his new classmate to know the famous Savior was clueless.

Devero understood completely, grinning.

"Come on, Harry, don't think too much! Just charge at that pillar!"