wasn't even funny anymore.
"Yes, I did it myself—according to the textbooks I found at Flourish and Blotts, and with a little bit of my own creativity," Deviro nodded earnestly.
Snape stared at Deviro, stunned that he could speak such madness so calmly. But then again, this boy had just brewed a simplified version of the Polyjuice Potion—one that even Snape himself couldn't replicate.
Maybe… maybe he wasn't bluffing.
"How long have you been doing this?" Snape asked, his tone cautious.
He knew that if Deviro was lying, he'd likely be expelled on the spot.
"Not long—just two weeks. I've probably cast spells a few hundred times already."
Snape rubbed his forehead. If what Deviro said was true… and the Ministry of Magic hadn't come knocking in that time… then maybe he really hadn't been discovered.
Which meant—
This boy wasn't just a potions genius…
He might be a wand-making prodigy, too.
"Wait a minute… then explain it to me in detail. How exactly did you modify this wand—? Damn it! We're running out of time!"
Before Deviro could explain further, Snape cursed under his breath.
"It's too late now. We'll talk about this later—at school."
He grabbed Deviro by the shoulder—
Bang!
The sensation was like being flushed down a giant toilet.
Even though Deviro could already Apparate quite well himself, being forcibly moved by someone else—especially Snape—was something else entirely. It made him dizzy and uncomfortable.
He opened his eyes and realized they were now standing in a small alley, completely empty—no wizards, no Muggles.
Snape shoved a ticket into Deviro's hand.
"Go to the station. Take the train. Platform Nine and Three-Quarters. The entrance is the stone pillar between Platforms Nine and Ten. Run straight into it—don't hesitate."
After giving those instructions, Snape narrowed his eyes.
"Also… I don't care where you learned it, but you're not allowed to Apparate where I can't see you!"
And with that, he gave Deviro a push out of the alley.
Still dazed, Deviro walked toward the station.
Before entering, he looked back.
Snape had already vanished.
Honestly, an eleven-year-old half-blood boy carrying a toad on his shoulder and wandering through a train station was a strange sight—even by wizard standards.
Muggle adults stared, but Deviro ignored them.
He headed straight to Platform Nine.
Soon enough, he found the stone pillar between Platforms Nine and Ten.
However—charging into a solid wall without any protection?
That still felt terrifying.
Even if the books had explained it, and Snape had instructed him—
It still looked like a wall!
Just as he was hesitating, another boy appeared, pushing a large trolley and looking flustered.
He looked about Deviro's age, and a security guard had just scolded him.
Green eyes. Glasses.
Long bangs that partially covered his forehead.
No mistake!
This was the boy.
The Boy Who Lived.
Harry Potter.
Deviro's eyes widened as he stepped forward.
"Hey, are you a first-year at Hogwarts too?" he asked cheerfully, holding out his hand.
"I'm Deviro. Deviro Alexander. And you are?"
Harry looked surprised to be approached so suddenly, but upon hearing that Deviro was also a first-year, his expression softened into a smile of relief.
"Hi! I'm Harry—Harry Potter. It's really great to meet someone like you."
He shook Deviro's hand with enthusiasm.
But Deviro had frozen.
Because what he saw next would stick with him for the rest of his life.
[Name: Harry Potter]
[Age: 11 years old]
[Spell Library: Love (Ancient Magic / Effective before age 17, currently active)]
[Entries: Savior (Red), Blessing of Love (Gold), Horcrux (Gold), Flying Genius (Purple), Magical Talent (Purple)]
[Savior (Red): Born with immense prestige. In the final battle with your nemesis, you will undoubtedly perform heroic feats. However, your path is shaped by your own choices.**
[Blessing of Love (Gold): Protected by deep love. As long as you spend time with blood relatives each year before turning 17, you are immune to harm.**
[Horcrux (Gold): Accidentally made into a Horcrux by a powerful dark wizard. Inherits some of that wizard's talents, including mastery in dark magic and Parseltongue.**
[Flying Broomstick Genius (Purple): Born aviator. Instinctive control over flying tools—especially broomsticks. Your natural skill outpaces years of normal training.**
[Magical Talent (Purple): Exceptional magical aptitude. Learns faster, adapts better, and shows original spellcasting creativity.**
Deviro's jaw dropped.
This was the first time—besides himself—that he'd seen someone with multiple golden entries.
And a red entry?! That was unprecedented.
All of Harry's entries were purple or higher.
Deserving of the title "Savior," indeed. It wasn't just hype.
Deviro wasted no time. He immediately queued up several of Harry's entries to load:
[Savior], [Blessing of Love (Gold)], [Flying Genius (Purple)], and [Magical Talent (Purple)].
But when it came to [Horcrux]…
Uh, no thanks.
He didn't want to risk dream-sharing with a noseless, bald dark wizard. Harry could keep that one.
He prioritized loading [Savior (Red)], [Blessing of Love (Gold)], and [Magical Talent (Purple)] right away.
Skipping [Flying Genius] was fine for now—he could add that once they got to school.
But [Blessing of Love] intrigued him. He had a theory:
Could he find his own blood relatives using this entry?
If this protection depended on time spent with blood relatives…
Then maybe he could use it to identify them.
And the [Savior] entry… he had to test it.
He was only 11. How could he have such prestige already?
He wanted to see how the system would explain it.
[Ding!]
[Loading and copying entry: Savior (Red)...]
[Loading and copying entry: Blessing of Love (Gold)...]
[Loading and copying entry: Magical Talent (Purple)...]
[Copy complete!]
This time, unlike when he copied [Potions Genius] and [Genius Wand Maker], there was no overwhelming transformation in his body.
Or maybe there was—but it was subtle.
Instead, he felt something change around him.
Something... intangible.
A whisper of fate.
A glimpse of a future.
But just as quickly—it vanished.
A strange, profound sensation.
"Deviro? Are you okay?"
Harry's concerned voice snapped him back to reality.
"Huh? Oh—yeah. I'm fine. Uh… what were we talking about?"
Deviro blinked and smiled awkwardly.
Harry scratched his cheek.
"Well, um… I was saying I don't really know how to enter Platform Nine and Three-Quarters."
He looked a little embarrassed.
Probably didn't want his classmates to think that the famous "Savior" was clueless.
Deviro understood.
He grinned wide and gestured toward the stone pillar.
"Come on, Harry. Don't overthink it. Just charge straight at the pillar!"