[Ding! Mission completed.]
[Congratulations to the host for obtaining 2 Skill Points.]
Lucas casually opened his system panel while the others continued chatting nearby.
...
[Remaining Skill Points: 3]
[Spells:
Avada Kedavra – Level 9 (Max)
Fiendfyre – Level 9 (Max)]
[Items: None]
[Talents:
Obscurus
Parseltongue (Master Level)
Danger Sense]
[Dark Arts Mastery: 9]
[Transfiguration Mastery: 5]
[Divination Mastery: 3]
[Potion Mastery: 0]
[Alchemy Mastery: 2]
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Lucas stared thoughtfully at the panel.
Originally, he planned to continue investing into Divination.
After all, prophetic abilities remained incredibly useful.
But after remembering a certain greasy-haired bat glaring at students from the Potions classroom—
Lucas immediately dumped all three points into Potion Mastery without hesitation.
He absolutely refused to become Severus Snape's favourite torture target.
Three points vanished instantly.
[Potion Mastery: 3]
Perfect.
At least now he shouldn't embarrass himself completely during class.
After Draco and his bodyguards got thrown out of the compartment, they never returned again.
The rest of the train journey passed peacefully.
At one point, however, a round-faced boy nervously knocked on the compartment door while looking close to tears.
"Have you seen a toad?"
Lucas immediately recognised Neville Longbottom.
After learning the toad's name was Trevor, Lucas casually used a Summoning Charm.
A moment later—
The missing toad flew directly out from inside Neville's own coat pocket.
Apparently Trevor hid there the entire time.
Although Summoning Charms normally worked poorly on living creatures, such limitations barely mattered for Lucas anymore.
Neville looked stunned.
Then incredibly grateful.
"My name's Neville Longbottom," he introduced hurriedly before grabbing Trevor and leaving repeatedly thanking them.
After that, Harry completely ignored Lucas's suggestion about reading Potions textbooks.
Instead, he and Ron enthusiastically discussed Quidditch for nearly two hours straight.
Since Ron remained present the entire journey, nobody mentioned D.A.
That was intentional.
Lucas established strict rules already.
Only he possessed authority to recruit members.
If Harry or Hermione discovered suitable candidates, they could only report them privately to Lucas first.
In the organisation's early stages, secrecy remained absolutely essential.
Eventually, evening darkness slowly descended outside the train windows.
Mountains and forests passed beneath deep purple skies.
Then Lucas noticed the Hogwarts Express beginning to slow down gradually.
His eyes brightened immediately.
They had arrived.
Across the compartment, Harry suddenly looked nervous enough to vomit.
Lucas himself felt excited instead.
Finally—
The real Hogwarts.
Not films.
Not books.
The genuine magical castle itself.
Because arrival approached quickly, everyone changed into Hogwarts robes.
Then a voice echoed throughout the train.
"We will shortly be arriving at Hogwarts. Please leave your luggage on the train."
Lucas hesitated briefly.
Technically, all his belongings remained inside his storage ring.
Still, after a moment's thought, he deliberately placed one suitcase overhead anyway.
Atmosphere mattered.
The train finally stopped completely.
Students flooded excitedly towards the exits.
Lucas remained calm.
Together with Kassandra, he deliberately waited until most people exited first before stepping off leisurely.
The cold night air immediately struck Harry hard.
He shivered violently.
Lucas barely noticed the temperature at all.
His enhanced physique already surpassed ordinary humans considerably.
"First years! First years over here!"
A lantern swung through the darkness ahead.
"Hagrid!" Harry shouted excitedly instantly.
The giant half-giant stood among the crowd like a mountain.
"Oh! Harry!"
Then Hagrid noticed Lucas too.
"And Lucas! Long time no see!"
Lucas smiled slightly.
"Hagrid."
"Alright then!" Hagrid boomed loudly. "Watch your step! Follow me carefully!"
The first-year students followed him down a steep narrow path.
Then—
After turning a corner—
The entire group gasped collectively.
A vast black lake stretched before them.
And beyond it—
Towering magnificently atop the cliffs—
Rose Hogwarts Castle itself.
Lucas stared silently for several seconds.
Beautiful.
Absolutely beautiful.
No description from books or films fully captured the feeling of seeing it personally.
Countless illuminated windows shimmered warmly against the dark night sky while ancient towers rose proudly above the lake.
Even Lucas felt genuine awe.
Soon, the students boarded small boats four at a time.
Lucas naturally sat together with Kassandra, Harry, and Hermione.
Ron ended up sharing another boat alongside Neville.
The boats slowly crossed the Black Lake beneath the moonlight.
Eventually, they reached the enormous castle gates.
Hagrid raised his gigantic fist and knocked heavily.
The doors swung open almost immediately.
Professor McGonagall stood waiting there in emerald-green robes.
Her expression remained stern and dignified as always.
Yet when her eyes landed briefly upon Lucas—
The corners of her lips lifted slightly.
Lucas nodded politely.
"Good evening, Professor McGonagall."
"Thank you, Hagrid," she said calmly. "I'll take them from here."
Then she led the first years into a small waiting chamber.
Everyone crowded together shoulder-to-shoulder nervously.
"Welcome to Hogwarts," Professor McGonagall began formally.
"I hope that regardless of which House you enter, you will bring honour to it."
Then she glanced across the students sharply.
"For now, compose yourselves while the Sorting preparations finish."
Her eyes narrowed slightly.
"And remain quiet while waiting."
After she left temporarily, Harry immediately turned towards Ron.
"So how exactly does Sorting work?"
Ron looked pale.
"My brothers said we have to wrestle a troll."
Harry's eyes widened slightly.
Then—
Unexpectedly—
He slowly reached for his wand with excitement rather than fear.
After all, this Harry already mastered several practical combat spells thanks to Lucas's training.
Disarming Charms.
Stunning Spells.
Blasting Curses.
Compared to canon Harry, he was vastly stronger already.
If it really was only a troll…
Harry honestly felt somewhat confident.
Beside him, Hermione nervously muttered spell incantations under her breath repeatedly while clutching her wand tightly.
Her palms had already become sweaty.
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