Harry Potter: I'm Wreaking Havoc in the Wizarding World!
Chapter 1 Hodu Steals a Drop of Dragon Blood
In the magic material shop in Knockturn Alley, an eleven-year-old boy with a black crew cut and an Eastern face was shrinking his neck, secretly sizing up the movements in the shop.
Confirming that no one was nearby, he stepped onto a low stool, stood in front of the tall cabinet, stood on tiptoe, and reached out to grab the glass bottle at the very top of the cabinet.
The bottle was only the size of a fist, but he took it down smoothly.
Hodu's mouth hooked up, hugging the glass bottle and jumping down from the stool, then stepping on the stairs, running up to the second floor with a pit-a-pat sound.
Returning to his room, he closed the door properly, bounced straight onto the bed, and only then lowered his head to check the things in his arms.
The bottle was filled with a red liquid, faintly glowing with a faint shimmer.
That light was not fixed, like a wisp of fine thread slowly swimming in the blood.
Dragon blood!
And it was Dragon blood from a Ukrainian Ironbelly, which was an extremely huge type of Dragon.
A portion of ten ounces could already be considered expensive goods in the shop.
Such a small bottle was priced at a full two to three hundred Galleon.
Hodu gently placed the Dragon blood on the table and fished a bronze-colored key out of his pocket.
To say that this key was used to open the door was not entirely accurate.
What it could truly open were the restrictions of the Dark Arts protections in the shop.
The counters in the magic material shop had all been cast with Dark Arts by his mother, Hannah Hope.
If someone harbored malicious intentions, set their sights on the goods in the counter, and rashly reached out, the Dark Arts would immediately backlash, leaving a terrifying curse on the other person.
Hodu had lived in Knockturn Alley for so many years and had only ever seen one unlucky bastard get hit.
That person's arm was dyed ink-like black by the Dark Arts, not only completely unable to move, but also constantly hurting as if needles were piercing it.
The bronze key in his hand could precisely avoid these protections.
Therefore, when taking things from his own family's counter, Hodu dared to be so bold.
Of course, this key was not obtained through any formal channels either.
It was a spare key he secretly rummaged out of his mother's room while Hannah Hope went out to purchase stock.
He went through all this effort not intending to take the Dragon blood out to sell for money, but because he harbored an unspeakable secret on himself.
Hodu was a transmigrator, reincarnated into this world possessing magic.
When he was young, his mother had used some intimidation short stories to scare him, among which a name was mentioned.
"If you do not obey obediently, Death Eaters will present themselves to capture you!"
Death Eaters had already come out, so the answer naturally could not be anything else.
This was the world of Harry Potter.
According to the time calculation, Hodu should enter the magic school together with Harry Potter this year.
He was considered to have been reincarnated and did not recover his memories the moment he was born.
At the very beginning, he was no different from an ordinary baby, living muddle-headedly all day long, until he awakened past-life wisdom at two or three years old, gradually figuring out the world he was in.
After confirming that he was the same age as Harry Potter, Hodu's first thought was to run far away.
Whether it was Durmstrang Institute or Beauxbatonsmagic school, logically they were both much safer than Hogwarts.
Yet in order not to attend Hogwarts, he cried and made a fuss back and forth several times, but in the end, he was severely disciplined by Hannah Hope, who originated from Hogwarts.
In his mother's eyes, he was just a little child who understood nothing.
Since he was a child, he had no qualification to voice opinions.
Unless Hodu dared to directly state his identity as a transmigrator and then tell his mother that Lord Voldemortwould return to Hogwarts in the future, this matter simply had no turning point.
Even if he spoke, it was only possible to change the result, and the greater possibility was to suffer another round of education.
Since he could not avoid it, Hodu could only accept his fate, and began to work hard to improve his strength, striving to become a Wizard strong enough to overwhelm Dumbledore before entering the first year.
The ideal was grand, but reality directly slapped him in the face.
Entering school only at age eleven was not without reason.
Hodu secretly saved pocket money on weekdays and bought the first wand of his life, but with his age placed here, his strength did not take off because of this.
Compared to his peers, he did indeed know a few more common spells.
As for Dark Arts, he could forget about that.
His mother could be considered to have family learning origins, originating from Slytherin House, and was naturally quite close to the Dark Arts.
Yet precisely on this matter, Hannah Hope managed it extremely strictly, completely forbidding Hodu from touching Dark Arts.
The reason was also very simple; the harm of Dark Arts to children was too great, and coming into contact with it at too young an age was very likely to lead a person's personality astray.
As for those neighbors around the shop, they were each and every one Dark Wizards.
Yet if Hodu truly dared to ask them to learn Dark Arts, he would probably be sold and still have to count money for the other party.
When all was said and done, in the blink of an eye it was the age to enter school, and he was not much different from young Wizards of other Wizarding families.
The enterprise was only half completed and halfway collapsed... No matter how pretty a plan was written, actual execution was still a piece of crap.
Just when Hodu felt he could only enter Hogwarts like this, things suddenly took a turn.
On the day he received his Hogwarts acceptance letter, the system finally arrived tardily.
Though late, it arrived; what else could he do?
Forgive it then.
myriad things fusion system (Member Ten-Thousand-Fold Critical Strike Version).
When seeing that eye-catching VIP logo in the upper right corner of the system interface, Hodu almost thought what he bound was not a system, but some cheater who recharged membership.
The system could fuse myriad things and extract traits from the fused items.
What was even more outrageous was that relying on member privileges, the extracted traits could also obtain ten-thousand-fold enhancement.
One had to say, VIP was truly awesome.
The system called the process of extracting traits parsing.
Currently, he possessed two parsing tasks, meaning he could fuse two things at once.
This bottle of Dragon blood on the table was the material Hodu specifically prepared for the system.
Judging from the system prompts, the only things that could be fused at the current stage were life-class items.
Thinking of this restriction, he quickly set his target on the magical creatures of this world.
Dragon was undoubtedly one of the most powerful magical creatures, and tied with it was Phoenix.
Yet Phoenix was already rare to begin with, and materials from Phoenix's body might not even be encountered by luck.
The number of Dragon was relatively higher, and Hodu's family shop happened to have ready-made Dragon blood, so naturally he did not need to neglect what was close at hand and seek what was far away.
He gripped the glass bottle and pulled out the cork at the bottle mouth.
The thick bloody smell suddenly drilled into his nasal cavity.
Simultaneously, the bright red blood in the bottle seemed to sense something, surging violently, crashing wave after wave against the glass bottle wall.
As expected of a magical creature.
Even though they had already left the Dragon's body, this blood actually still retained extremely strong vitality, as if it were just an independent life separated from the Dragon's body.
Hodu's eyes rolled, pulling the glass cup on the table in front of him, slowly tilting the bottle body, letting the bottle mouth aim at the cup.
Plop.
A drop of bright red Dragon blood fell, smashing open a tiny trace at the bottom of the cup.
Hodu immediately withdrew his hand, straightened the bottle, and stuffed the cork back into the bottle mouth.
He picked up that set of keys beside him and strode out of the room.
Arriving at the stairhead, he first poked his head out to glance at the first floor, confirming that Hannah Hope had not returned yet, before hurriedly running downstairs with a pit-a-pat sound.
The Dragon blood was put back by him to its original position.
After the spare key was also put back, Hodu only then ran all the way back to his room, slightly letting out a breath of relief.
Chapter 2: The Fusion of Dragon Blood and Niffler
Fusing items doesn't actually require many materials; a small sample is enough.
Hodu only took a single drop of Dragon blood, and the rest had to be put back untouched.
This bottle of Dragon blood was worth at least two to three hundred Galleons. If he squandered all of it, when his mother returned, getting a loving beating on his backside would be off lightly.
Whenever Hannah Hope cast a Dark Arts spell, his backside would burn as if it had been whipped a dozen times with a belt.
Yet this pain had no side effects whatsoever—it was purely, unadulteratedly painful.
At this thought, Hodu subconsciously touched his backside.
The moment his palm brushed against it, he jerked his hand back as if he had been electrocuted.
He couldn't think about it; the more he thought, the more it hurt.
He hurriedly shook his head to shake off the memory, sat back down at the table, and picked up the glass cup containing the Dragon blood.
At the bottom of the cup lay only a tiny drop of fresh blood.
Yet instead of spreading out like ordinary blood, it clustered tightly together, as round and smooth as a ruby.
Hodu stared at it for a moment, then expectantly reached out his index finger to touch the droplet of blood.
"Fuse!"
The moment the thought crossed his mind, system prompts popped up one after another.
[Fusable item detected, establishing parsing task.]
[Fusion Target: Ukrainian Ironbelly]
Parsing Difficulty: A-grade
Current Progress: 1 / 10000
Extracted Traits: 1. Tough Skin]
[Tough Skin: Can reduce physical damage and also resist magic damage.]
Note: Trait intensity increases with parsing progress, and ten thousand times trait intensity can be obtained after parsing is completed.]
[Parsing Efficiency: Increases by 1 point daily, progress can be boosted via related tasks.]
Tough Skin?
Hodu's eyes widened all at once.
He felt as though some change had occurred in his skin, and even reached out to stroke his arm back and forth several times, yet felt nothing unusual.
Could this count as inexplicably gaining an extra layer of defense?
Even if the current effect wasn't obvious yet, this trait was enough to pleasantly surprise Hodu.
If there really were an indestructible tortoise shell, wouldn't that be equivalent to being in an invincible position?
As for just how much Tough Skin could withstand, he couldn't say for sure yet.
But after all, it was a trait extracted from a Ukrainian Ironbelly, so naturally it wouldn't be too bad.
Once the parsing was complete and he obtained ten thousand times Tough Skin... even if the current effect was ordinary, multiplied by ten thousand, it would probably be hard not to be invincible.
The more Hodu thought about it, the happier he became, a smile spreading across his face.
It seemed that Hogwarts, this den of tigers and Dragons, wasn't completely impossible to venture into.
The problem was that the parsing speed was simply far too slow.
It only increased by 1 point a day; wanting to accumulate from 1 point to 10000 points would take a full ten thousand days.
Converted, that was about twenty-seven years.
Twenty-seven years wasn't quite exaggerated enough to be a whole lifetime, but he might not necessarily live safely until then.
Once Lord Voldemort completely returned, with a bit worse luck, where would he have the time to slowly level up?
Youth shouldn't be frivolous, and if even the system was about to become a mere decoration, what was the point of playing anymore?
Quests?
Hodu suddenly noticed that sentence in the prompt and hurriedly flipped through the system page.
Sure enough, as the Dragon blood began parsing, a new quest had already appeared.
[Exclusive Quest: Consuming Goats]
Quest Effect: Every goat eaten increases parsing progress by 1 point.
Quest Status: Repeatable.
Note: This quest only takes effect for Ukrainian Ironbellyfusion.]
After seeing the quest details clearly, the corners of Hodu's mouth twitched.
What kind of utter garbage was this?
But upon second thought, he felt the system's arrangement seemed to make some sense.
Creatures like Dragons truly loved eating goats in particular.
Could it be precisely because of this that an exclusive quest to eat goats appeared?
Calculated this way, as long as he ate 9,999 goats, he could fill up the parsing progress and completely fuse the Dragon trait.
Simple... my ass.
Leaving aside how much money nearly ten thousand goats would cost, eating just one alone would be enough for several of his meals.
As for whether internal organs, bones, and other such parts counted towards the quest, he had no clue whatsoever.
Hodu shook his head lightly, no longer agonizing over it.
At any rate, this was a way to speed up progress; he would do as much as he could later, and he certainly couldn't give up entirely just because the quest was outrageous.
He looked through the parsing page from start to finish once more, and another thought slowly popped into his head.
Could parsing difficulty be related to the time required?
If he chose weaker creatures, could the parsing speed also be faster?
He could still set up another fusion task right now.
If the target chosen next time were weak enough, parsing could be completed very quickly, and then changing to the next target—wouldn't that mean he could continuously obtain new ten-thousand-fold traits?
Comparing it this way, fusing with a Dragon might not necessarily be the most cost-effective choice.
Thinking of this, Hodu instantly felt some regret.
What if he took another quest and had to wait over twenty years to finish it again? Then this system would practically be ruined by his own hands.
Lord Voldemort's complete return would be at most four or five years away.
By that time, if he only had two traits in his hands, things would be completely screwed.
In addition, he had also discovered something else.
A parsing task didn't necessarily extract only one trait in the end; it was just that there was currently no evidence for this, so it could only count as his speculation for now.
Thinking for a moment, Hodu fell back onto the bed with a smile.
No matter what, he was now considered a cheat with a system.
As for the next magical creature to fuse with, what would be good to choose?
It had best be weak, with the parsing difficulty as low as possible, and it had to be something he could get in touch with.
There were only a few days left until school started, and the time in his hands was not generous.
The acceptance letter was probably received at the end of July.
To get this bit of Dragon blood, he had plotted back and forth for nearly a month, solely because he had to wait for Hannah to not be in the shop.
Just waiting for her to leave consumed a full month.
Hodu suddenly sat up from the bed.
He remembered.
The next moment, he bolted downstairs in a flash, ran to the side of the cabinet, and reached out to pull out a black feather duster.
This wasn't a magical item, simply an ordinary duster usually used for sweeping away dust, which also carried the implication of attracting wealth.
The feathers on it came from a Niffler, after all Nifflers were exceptionally sensitive to things like gold and jewelry.
Plucking a downy feather from the duster, Hodu pinched it in his hand.
"Fuse!"
[Fusable item detected, establishing parsing task.]
[Fusion Target: Niffler]
Parsing Difficulty: D-grade
Current Progress: 1 / 500
Extracted Traits: 1. Treasure Sensing]
[Treasure Sensing: Detects valuable treasures within a certain range.]
Note: Trait strength changes with parsing progress, ten thousand times trait intensity can be obtained after completing parsing.]
This time the feeling was completely different from Tough Skin.
At the exact moment the fusion was completed, Hodusuddenly felt a bit dazed, as if many fluorescent lights had appeared before his eyes.
Some of those lights were dim, others were bright, varying in strength.
Hodu turned his head to look at the shop counter; mysteriously, quite a few fluorescent lights were also floating there.
Among all the lights, the bright light corresponding to the bottle containing the Dragon blood was the most eye-catching.
He immediately ran around the shop, searching inside and out a circle, wanting to see if Hannah was still hiding other treasures.
As a result, he found nothing at all.
Thinking carefully, this was also quite normal.
This was Knockturn Alley after all; how could truly valuable things be kept in the shop all the time? They would have long been deposited into Gringotts.
Chapter 3 Treasure Hunting Quest and Diagon Alley
Hodu opened the system and took a look, and sure enough, another exclusive quest popped up.
[Exclusive Quest: Treasure Hunting
For every treasure worth one hundred Galleons acquired, the progress increases by one point.
The quest can be repeated, and the obtained progress will only count towards the parsing progress of Niffler.]
This result was similar to his previous guess.
The easier the fusion target was to parse, the shorter the required time.
The parsing upper limit of Niffler was five hundred points, and it could naturally increase by one point every day.
Calculated this way, in at most a little over a year, he would be able to completely fuse with it.
This shortened the time much more than Dragon, but the abilities brought by Niffler were more auxiliary, and its practicality was obviously no match for Tough Skin.
However, the requirements of the treasure hunting quest also gave Hodu a headache.
Every one hundred Galleons counted as one point, and five hundred points meant fifty thousand Galleons.
Hodu counted on his fingers, and suddenly felt that this sum of money was not something ordinary people could produce, estimating that only those pure-blood families with a long heritage could casually pull out fifty thousand Galleons.
He suddenly remembered something, rushed upstairs immediately, took out the key he had just put back in its original place, and then walked quickly back downstairs.
Hodu casually found a cabinet, opened it, and reached in to touch it.
Then, he tried several more cabinets in succession, and only afterwards checked the system again.
The parsing progress changed from one point to two points.
A look of joy immediately appeared on his face.
Being briefly obtained just now was actually recognized by the system as "acquired".
It seemed that the system did not require him to keep it for a long time; as long as he truly touched it and held it briefly, it would count.
This discovery greatly boosted Hodu's spirits.
Holding the key, he touched them one by one in the shop, not letting go of anything that emitted a glow, and quickly touched every treasure in the shop.
[Current Fusion Item: Niffler
Parsing Progress: 11 / 500]
The goods in the shop added together were worth about one thousand Galleons.
What surprised him even more was that the coverage range of Treasure Sensing had also expanded a lot.
It seemed that the so-called ten-thousand-fold characteristic obtained after completing the parsing did not suddenly appear at the very last moment, but would grow stronger bit by bit as the parsing progress increased.
Hodu was immersed in the happiness brought by this discovery when the shop door was suddenly pushed open with a click.
A blonde woman walked into the shop.
She was tall with a cold face, wrapped in a black robe, and her gaze fell on Hodu, or to be precise, on the key in his hand.
Afterwards, she glanced at the open cabinet doors.
Without needing to ask further, the situation before her had explained everything.
"Mom, listen to me first!"
The smile on Hodu's face froze, and just as he opened his mouth, Hannah had already drawn her wand.
"Ah!"
The magic light fell, and Hodu's miserable scream followed closely in the shop.
Before long, Hodu obediently sat down at the table.
Hannah came over carrying two bowls of fried rice and placed them in front of him.
Hodu immediately took one of the bowls.
The aroma of the rice drilled into his nose, and he immediately started using his chopsticks, eating as fast as usual, gobbling it down in just a few strokes.
"Hmph, slow down."
Hannah's face sank, her tone full of disdain.
The way her son ate looked just like he hadn't eaten anything for several days.
Hearing the reminder, Hodu had no choice but to slow down his speed.
But in just this short while, more than half of the fried rice in the bowl was still gone.
"When you go to Hogwarts, you won't be able to eat these anymore."
Thinking that her son was about to leave her, Hannah's expression softened a bit, and she reached out to stroke Hodu's head.
Hodu didn't feel awkward.
Although he had transmigrated with an adult's state of mind, after getting along these days, he had indeed regarded Hannah as his own mother.
Hannah was a mother in a single-parent family and usually managed him very strictly; severe as she was, that maternal gentleness was always hidden within.
When Hodu finished eating, Hannah took out a cloth bag from her person and placed it on the desktop.
The rattling sound coming from the bag immediately hooked Hodu's line of sight over, and his eyes widened accordingly.
"You are eleven years old this year."
"Go to Diagon Alley to buy things yourself tomorrow, and the money inside should be enough."
"Don't buy what the family already has; get your textbooks and wand ready, and handle the rest as you see fit."
Hannah instructed slowly, obviously feeling somewhat reassured about this son.
Hodu hurriedly took the money bag over, opened it and roughly counted, and there were about forty Galleons inside.
To him, this was no small amount.
"Also, the remaining money can be used to buy an owl."
Hannah added another sentence.
Hodu nodded repeatedly, putting away the money bag with a beaming face.
Hannah didn't know that he had already secretly saved up money to buy a wand.
In this way, the seven Galleons in the bag could be considered his private pocket money.
"Mom, which house do you think I will be sorted into?" Hodu asked, raising his head.
"Needless to say, Slytherin of course."
Hannah answered decisively, without even thinking.
"Is there no possibility of going to other houses?" Hoduwas somewhat unwilling and asked again.
In his impression, Slytherin was not a good place at all; it was simply the reserve team for Death Eaters.
What was there to envy about Death Eaters?
Lord Voldemort talked about pure-bloodism on his lips, saying that pure-blood Wizards' rights should be higher than Muggle Wizards, but on top of that set of theories pressed Lord Voldemort himself.
When all was said and done, Death Eaters were all his servants; no matter how great a servant's power was, wouldn't they still be servants?
"What are you thinking?" Hannah glared at him, "You have the blood of pure-blood Wizards in your body, how could you be sorted into other houses."
Hodu's heart stirred. From the tone of her sentence, he heard another piece of information: that never-before-seen father seemed to be a pure-blood Wizard as well.
His father in this lifetime had already passed away, and Hannah almost never mentioned the other person usually, only occasionally letting it slip would she reveal a little bit of related matters.
From Hannah's surname, one could also tell that Hodu's father was an Eastern Wizard.
Hannah also came from a pure-blood Wizard family.
During the period when Lord Voldemort's influence was strongest, she went to the East as an exchange student, so she wasn't involved in that wizarding war.
She stayed there for many years, during which she got married and had children. When she returned again, Lord Voldemort had already been defeated.
Hodu shook his head and did not continue to argue with Hannah.
Where he would end up going in the end still had to be decided by the Sorting Hat.
As long as it wasn't Slytherin, the other houses were all pretty good.
But this matter obviously wasn't up to him alone to decide.
Early the next morning, Hodu was awakened from his sleep by Hannah.
Hannah tidied up his clothes for him, and then took him by the hand to the fireplace.
Hodu tucked the money bag on his person, reached out to grab a handful of Floo powder from the elevated wooden basin in front of the fireplace, and scattered it casually.
In the blink of an eye, the flames enveloped his body, and Hodu's figure also disappeared from in front of the fireplace.
He had long since performed the whole set of actions very proficiently.
After all, living in Knockturn Alley, Hannah strictly forbade him from running out alone on ordinary days; even if he just wanted to play, he could only use Floo powder to head to Diagon Alley.
Knockturn Alley was not a place suitable for children to play in the first place.
With a flash before his eyes, Hodu appeared in the Leaky Cauldron.
"Good morning, Mr. Tom."
"Morning, little Hope."
Hodu greeted the tavern owner familiarly, then passed through the tavern's doorway and walked into Diagon Alley.
School opening was very close, and Diagon Alley was much livelier than usual.
The ten years ruled by Lord Voldemort made the number of Hogwarts first-years pitifully small today, but those gathered here at this time were not all this year's first-years; there were also students from other years.
Chapter 4 Treasure Sensing in Diagon Alley
The streets were bustling with people, all of them Wizards.
Hodu's eyes lit up as he looked around. Coming to Diagon Alley this time, his experience was completely different from before.
As long as he turned on Treasure Sensing, a layer of fluorescent light would appear all around him.
That layer of light wouldn't block his vision, and turning it off wouldn't leave any lingering effects; it depended entirely on his control.
Even more absurdly, he could even roughly perceive how much wealth the passing Wizards were hiding on them.
If this ability were used to become a thief, his future would be simply radiant!
However, Hodu's excitement today was certainly not because he had discovered a new career direction.
He had already decided to take advantage of this trip to Diagon Alley to completely fuse the characteristic of Treasure Sensing.
It was only fifty thousand Galleons; he refused to believe that the entire Diagon Alley couldn't yield that many valuable things.
After his perception range expanded, a cluster of fluorescent light suddenly flashed into his mind in the distance, shining as bright as a crimson sun.
Hodu followed that guidance all the way, and finally looked up to see the sign of Gringotts.
This result was not surprising.
When it came to wealth, where else could possibly compare to the Wizard bank?
Unfortunately, no matter how much wealth there was in Gringotts, it wasn't his.
Separated by the bank's walls and rules, he couldn't even touch a single bit of it.
Hodu had no choice but to change direction and walk into the bookstore first.
He bought every single book required on the admission notice without missing one.
Paying was just incidental; what was truly important was continuously touching those books while purchasing them, allowing Treasure Sensing to come into contact with patches of fluorescent light.
There were quite a few duplicate versions in the bookstore, but the system seemed to completely ignore the word "duplicate".
As long as it was a book, it still counted it as a valuable treasure.
The parsing progress quickly climbed upward, the perception range grew wider and wider, and the originally blurry fluorescent light gradually became clear.
Later on, Hodu could even faintly distinguish what those lights specifically corresponded to.
After the commotion lasted for a while, the shopkeeper finally noticed this child who kept touching things all around.
Hodu had no choice but to leave, carrying the newly bought books.
Then he went to the pet shop and spent money to buy an owl.
However, this kind of magical creature was not counted as a treasure by the system.
Hodu carried the thing with the cage, and finding that staying here any longer would yield no gains, he simply left in a hurry.
After returning home, he put down the things he had just bought and turned around to go out again.
This time's target was the flying broomstick shop.
The fluorescent light in the shop was much thicker than anywhere else, and almost every broomstick was glowing.
Especially those new models; casually pulling out one cost thousands of Galleons, looking every bit like a place specially made for him to farm quests.
Hodu put on the appearance of carefully visiting, walking back and forth inside the shop, and his hands were not idle as he touched the flying broomsticks one after another.
The parsing progress instantly increased by nearly two hundred points.
This effect was indeed exhilarating, but the owner quickly noticed his actions.
An eleven-year-old child with no adults accompanying him obviously couldn't count as any potential customer.
The owner directly regarded him as a mischievous brat coming to cause trouble and unceremoniously chased him out.
If there were adults following him, the situation might be a different story.
Hodu stood on the street, intending to find the next shop, when the corner of his eye suddenly caught a glimmer of light.
He immediately squeezed through the crowd on the roadside, rushed to that area in a few steps, bent down, squatted, and picked up a Galleon from the ground.
The moment the Galleon fell into his hand, Treasure Sensing suddenly grew stronger.
Now, not only could he perceive treasures, but he could even proactively pick out targets from a large area of perception, and searching for them no longer took much effort.
The smile on Hodu's face couldn't be suppressed at all, and after picking up the Galleon, he ran out again.
Thus, there was an extra youth shuttling back and forth on the streets of Diagon Alley.
Every time he stopped, an extra Galleon would appear in his hand.
Some had just fallen off other people, and others were hidden in inconspicuous gaps or corners, all of which were easily found by him.
Not long after, more than a dozen Galleons had already been packed into his money pouch.
Sickles and Knuts were also money, but their value was too low, and Hodu was too lazy to waste time on them.
Galleons were different; even if he picked up just one, it was worth his trip.
"Not bad, picking up money really is a great job."
He weighed the money pouch and smiled with satisfaction.
"How did you find them? Did you use any magic?"
A crisp and tender voice came from beside him.
Hodu turned his head and saw a girl with brown, bushy, long hair.
The girl was frowning, earnestly sizing him up.
He actually ran into an acquaintance.
Hodu raised an eyebrow.
However, the other party knew his future self, but he didn't know her present self.
Hermione had been observing him for a while just now.
This youth kept walking around the street, and could even find Galleons hidden in nooks and crannies; no matter how one looked at it, it didn't seem like mere good luck.
She had never seen such magic in textbooks, so she finally couldn't help asking.
"Just good luck. Have you heard of Felix Felicis?"
Hodu casually made up an excuse, while at the same time sending his perception out to scan around.
There were no longer any stray Galleons on the street surface.
As for Sickles and Knuts, he really couldn't muster any interest, and could only put the Galleon he had just picked up into his pocket.
This action was seen clearly by Hermione, and her brows instantly furrowed even tighter.
"What is Felix Felicis?"
She pursued the question even more earnestly than before.
Hodu looked at her in some surprise.
Someone referred to as Miss Know-It-All didn't even know about Felix Felicis?
On second thought, he felt this was normal.
Hermione seemed to have just arrived in Diagon Alleytoday to buy books, and hadn't had the chance to brush up on all the knowledge yet.
"Your knowledge reserve seems to be a bit lacking."
Hodu sighed casually in tone.
Saying this sentence now was fine, but when they met again in the future, things probably wouldn't be like this.
Hermione's eyes narrowed, her nose wrinkled slightly, and her whole person looked as if she was about to enter a battle stance.
She was just about to retort when a shout came from the distance first.
"Hermione, we should go to the next one!"
Hermione looked back at her companion, and then turned her gaze back to Hodu.
She was obviously somewhat unwilling, but in the end, she let out a soft hum and turned to leave.
Hodu didn't care about this at all, and continued to look for the next shop worth targeting.
The magical material shop, clothing store, second-hand robe shop, and beauty Potion shop, he visited them all one by one.
The owners of every shop eventually chased him out, but the parsing progress he gained was likewise very considerable.
After spending quite a bit of time, the Niffler's parsing progress was finally filled up.
[ Niffler fusion complete, parsed to obtain the following characteristics: 1. Treasure Sensing 2. Burrowing Treasure Hunting ]
The moment the fusion was complete, Hodu felt that his Treasure Perception had spread out across the entire Britain.
As long as it was a treasure, it was as if all of them were placed right before his eyes, with their locations crystal clear.
However, this kind of perception seemed to only take effect on items in the Magical World.
He didn't perceive pounds, nor did he find gold bars.
Gringotts was different.
There were countless Galleons piled up there, along with a large amount of other treasures, in numbers so high that it made one's scalp tingle.
Besides this, some familiar things also entered his perception range.
The Elder Wand in Hogwarts, the sword of gryffindor, and even the tightly hidden Invisibility Cloak, he could clearly capture them.
Even if the fluorescent light emitted by a certain treasure was very weak, as long as Hodu concentrated his attention, he could still accurately find it out.
The several Horcruxes owned by Lord Voldemort were also directly pinpointed in their locations by him.
This ability was indeed a bit magical.
After the Niffler's parsing task was completed, new characteristics also appeared accordingly.
Burrowing Treasure Hunting?
Hodu's expression became somewhat peculiar.
Treasure Sensing combined with Burrowing Treasure Hunting; piecing these two abilities together, it seemed he had gained yet another career plan.
Tomb raiding seemed very suitable for him.
Both of these characteristics were ten-thousand-fold characteristics.
Hodu was quite curious about to what extent Burrowing Treasure Hunting could actually achieve, so he bent down directly and thrust his hand into the muddy ground beneath his feet.
When his palm fell, the soil didn't offer a shred of resistance, and his five fingers easily sank into the ground.
When he lifted his hand, five finger-sized pits had already been left on the ground.
Chapter 5: Underground Treasure Hunting
"Hiss..."
Hodu stared at the finger holes on the ground, unable to help drawing in a sharp breath.
This thousand-fold trait was simply too outrageous.
Just now, when he thrust his hand into the mud, he didn't encounter any resistance at all; it felt just like reaching into the air.
Come to think of it, it was even smoother than waving his arms in the air.
Hodu's eyes instantly lit up.
It seemed that the path of tomb robbing was indeed very suitable for him.
With a shift in his thoughts, many of the original glows in his field of vision diminished, and immediately, new points of light emerged.
This time, everything he saw was buried underground, temporarily ownerless things, just waiting to be dug out.
Inside, there were not only Galleons, but also other mixed treasures.
Hodu carefully scanned around Diagon Alley, but didn't find any targets worth acting on.
Shops stood close together here; who would bury things in a place like this?
Even if someone really hid treasures, they wouldn't choose here as a priority.
His stomach had to start rumbling at this moment.
He had no choice but to put aside his thoughts for now, turning around to return to his shop through the fireplace of the Leaky Cauldron.
Hannah had already set out lunch.
The white rice was still steaming, beside it was a plate of emerald-green vegetables, and the most eye-catching of all was the braised pork belly.
This called for thanking Hannah for taking a trip to the East earlier; after returning, she learned quite a few dishes from over there.
Otherwise, given Hodu's current age, he would probably only be gnawing on dry things every day to fill his stomach.
As soon as the aroma of the food wafted over, his stomach let out another sound.
Hodu didn't stand on ceremony either, lowering his head and eating fiercely.
Without spending much time, the food in the bowl was swept clean.
When he put the bowls and chopsticks into the sink, the tableware nearby actually started moving on its own, water flow appeared alongside, washing even more neatly than a Muggle's dishwasher.
Only then did he reopen Treasure Sensing.
After his field of vision turned to Knockturn Alley, the number of light spots inside visibly increased.
The things buried underground were far, far more than in Diagon Alley.
Some traces at a glance were left by Dark Wizards, and some things had sunk into the soil for too long, so long that their original owners probably forgot about them long ago.
As for whether those owners were still alive or not, that was even harder to say.
Hodu's gaze flickered slightly.
To say he wasn't tempted at all would definitely be a lie.
Most of the light spots corresponded to genuine Galleons, numbering at least a few hundred.
Besides that, there were strange objects like bones, crystal balls, and daggers.
Just looking at their brightness, he knew these things should be able to sell for a decent price.
But this was Knockturn Alley.
Without thinking too much about these things, one knew there was a high probability they were inseparable from the Dark Arts.
To risk oneself for a few items of unknown origin, the risk was simply too high.
With Hodu's current strength, he temporarily had no plans to touch them.
But the wealth was buried right underground, brightly displayed there waiting for him to take; it was hard for anyone not to be tempted.
Hodu lowered his head to look at the floor beneath his feet, beginning to ponder where he should start.
If he dug directly downwards from home and the commotion was discovered by Hannah, his backside would definitely suffer.
But if he opened a hole right above the treasure, he would have to enter Knockturn Alley.
To an eleven-year-old child, Knockturn Alley was no different from a brigand's den; casually bumping into a passerby could stir up trouble.
After thinking through it back and forth, he came up with an idea.
Diagon Alley was not far from Knockturn Alley; he could completely start working from underneath Diagon Alleyand dig all the way over.
This way, he wouldn't need to damage the floor at home, nor would he need to swagger openly into Knockturn Alley.
Having made his decision, Hodu immediately returned to his room to prepare.
He felt out the hidden wand from under the bed, shoved it inside his robe, and fetched a black cloak to drape over his body.
There were quite a few people dressed like this in Diagon Alley; it was said that before the Statute of Secrecy was implemented, when Wizards had not yet gathered together, this kind of attire had already spread.
Subsequently, he quietly came to Hannah's bedroom.
Hannah was tending the shop downstairs at this moment; as long as his movements were careful, he shouldn't be caught red-handed.
Hodu opened the drawer of the bedside cabinet, rummaged through the pile of sundries for a moment, and found a fist-sized crystal ball.
With the item in hand, he immediately left the room.
This crystal ball was no mere decoration; it could determine whether a curse or other Dark Arts were attached to an item, functioning just like a voltage tester detecting current.
As for those treasures buried by Dark Wizards, who knew if tricks had been played on them inside?
Bringing it along would at least provide an extra layer of defense.
Properly prepared, Hodu hurried downstairs, walked over to the fireplace, and grabbed a handful of Floo powder.
He sprinkled the powder into the flames while shouting downstairs: "Mum, I'm heading to Diagon Alley."
The firelight surged up abruptly, and Hodu's figure subsequently disappeared into the fireplace.
When he appeared again, he was already standing in Diagon Alley.
Hodu had long since settled on a route in his heart.
He passed through the coming and going crowd, walked all the way to the end of the street, and turned into the alley beside it.
After turning back to confirm no one was following, he used a large garbage can to shield his figure and squatted down onto the ground.
Pressing both hands against the ground, the digging commenced immediately.
He didn't even need to move the dirt outward; as long as he thrust both hands into the soil layer and pushed them apart to both sides, a pit directly emptied out in the ground.
The entire process was as effortless as performing a most ordinary action.
Before long, the pit was already big enough to accommodate his body.
Hodu leaped in, just preparing to half-squat and continue digging downward, when a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.
It seemed that there was simply no need to work this hard.
As soon as this thought popped up, the earthen wall in front of him loosened on its own.
The mud seemed to be affected by some invisible pull, slowly squeezing towards both sides, quickly yielding a section of space before his eyes.
Hodu was stunned on the spot.
Could it be...
Before he could finish thinking, the soil layer ahead moved again.
This time, the mud completely parted according to his wishes, a passage appeared before his eyes, and continued to extend forward.
Hodu drew a sharp breath.
This was the thousand-fold trait?
How was this digging soil and stones; this was clearly the Earth God in the flesh!
He quickly figured out that under the effect of the thousand-fold trait, he didn't need to dig by hand at all.
As long as a single thought moved, he could control the surrounding soil.
This effect was already exaggerated to an unreasonable degree.
Hodu tried moving his thoughts again.
The passage just opened instantly closed, and the earthen wall restored its original appearance.
Following closely, the mud ground beneath his feet began to slowly writhe, and his body accordingly sank downward, feeling just like standing in a descending elevator.
Sinking about five or six meters underground, the soil layer in front split open a crack once more.
According to the direction locked by Hodu, the soil retreated forward, and a straight route was quickly cleared through.
He didn't walk forward immediately, but raised his head to check above his head.
The passage above had been sealed shut, and the ground looked completely normal.
Even if someone passed through that alley, it was impossible to detect that a person was hidden below.
The surroundings suddenly turned dark.
Hodu took out his wand and tapped gently on the tip of the wand.
"Lumos~"
A ray of brightness emerged from the top of the wand, instantly illuminating the passage ahead.
Fortunately, daily-type magic like this wasn't hard to learn.
However, wouldn't there be a lack of oxygen underground?
Hodu felt somewhat unsure in his heart, thought about it, and then cut out a few fist-sized holes on the soil layer above his head before stepping forward.
Before setting off, he thought he was going to do some grueling manual labor, but as he walked up to now, it felt more like going out on a picnic.
Wherever his thoughts pointed, the soil yielded.
A passage fully two meters wide continuously extended forward, and before long, he arrived underground in Knockturn Alley.
Treasure Sensing told him that quite a few things were buried around.
As long as he walked along the passage, dug those things out and took them away, it couldn't be simpler.
Hodu forcibly suppressed the impulse to act immediately, and continued moving forward according to the initially selected target.
Not long after walking, a patter suddenly came from ahead.
By the light of the wand, he saw a dilapidated wooden box falling in the passage.
Just as the surrounding soil retreated, the wooden box tumbled down from its original buried position.
It was already rotten to the core, and this fall directly caused it to fall apart.
After the box shattered, piece after piece of Galleon was exposed on the ground, gleaming slightly under the bright light.