At this moment, in the Hogwarts Hall, Lily couldn't help but cast furtive glances at Harry and then at Hermione beside him. After a few peeks, she nodded with a satisfied smile on her lips.
Yes, it seemed her son really had good taste!
Unaware of his mother's vague thoughts, Harry looked at his other self in surprise. He had always believed Harry Black to be a very calm and gentle person, someone who nothing could irritate.
But now it seemed he was a bit mistaken. If Hermione hadn't held back Harry Black, he could imagine what would have happened to Draco seconds later.
"Harry, you were really scary just now. I'm surprised my other self didn't flee along with Malfoy."
Ron took a deep breath as if he had participated in the scene.
Thoughtful, he cast a glance at Malfoy at the Slytherin table, and indeed, the already pale face of the Slytherin was even whiter, and sweat was gathering on his clothes.
Draco was extremely frightened. This magic curtain is really surprising; even Harry's magical pressure could be felt by the spectators in this world.
He was certain that, if it were him in the place of that Draco from the parallel world, there would be nothing he could do to face the situation.
Moreover, Draco couldn't help but reflect on the words Harry Black had mentioned earlier.
Could it be true that the Malfoy family really achieved its current status with Muggle support? But if that were so, why had his father never told him anything?
Draco began to question the true meaning of his family's nobility and decided to talk with his father when he had the chance.
At the teachers' table, Dumbledore observed the conversation within the group with a calm look, with no intention of intervening.
He already knew the answer through Professor Trelawney's prophecy and knew it was unwise to sow chaos in the wizarding world without an apparent reason.
However, Dumbledore didn't notice that Quirinus Quirrell, also seated at the teachers' table, displayed a somewhat distorted expression, as if he was experiencing some pain.
It seemed his "parasite" wasn't enjoying the direction of the conversation.
[The rest of the journey proceeded smoothly, with Ron and Neville shrinking quietly in a corner and Hermione asking Harry Black several questions about his knowledge of the book.
Needless to say, Hermione almost reached an autistic state trying to compete with Harry Black in magic.
When night finally arrived, the Hogwarts train arrived at Hogsmeade's misty, dimly lit platform, creating a magical atmosphere.
Harry Black had already changed into the standard Hogwarts uniform and waited for Hermione to change before they proceeded together to the platform.
While he wondered where the Hogwarts professors would be to accompany them, his body suddenly trembled, his hair stood on end, and for the first time in his life, he felt something new: a threat! But before he could identify its source, a powerful voice sounded in his ears:
"First-year students, follow me! Upper years, head to the carriages, quickly!"
Harry Black looked and saw a giant approximately 3.5 meters tall holding a lantern and smiling innocently at the crowd of students. He immediately recognized the figure.
"The Keeper of Keys and Grounds of Hogwarts… That must be Hagrid, the half-giant of Hogwarts."
That's when Harry Black realized the source of that sudden threat.
Until that moment, all the wizards he had met since his visit to Diagon Alley, even if they didn't have more magical power than he did, knew more spells than he, who was still at a third-year level.
This alone made it unlikely for him to compete on equal terms with any adult in terms of spells.
However, magic wasn't his only strength; his body was also out of the ordinary.
No matter how powerful a wizard was, they were still made of flesh and bone.
Harry had already tested and knew that, with his [Magical Training Method], the strength of his fist typically reached 800 kg, and with martial arts, he easily surpassed the one-ton mark, even being only 11 years old.
He thought that, by the time he reached 18, he might be able to compete with a certain American hero in a few rounds.
He was practically convinced he could defeat any wizard with a punch.
Therefore, Harry Black felt he was on par with any wizard, as long as he could get close enough to perform a surprise attack.
Not even Professor McGonagall transmitted any sense of threat to him.
But looking at the 3.5-meter-tall giant in front of him, he realized his confidence was somewhat illusory and reality more cruel.
His opponents would never just be wizards; magical creatures like dragons, phoenixes, and even spirits also existed in this world, and his one-ton strength would only be a slight inconvenience to these beings.
Therefore, Harry Black firmly decided that his magic should never fall behind. Otherwise, he would soon become a snack for these powerful magical creatures.
Harry Black's thoughts flowed quickly, and within seconds, he finished his reasoning and led Hermione down the steep and narrow path.
It was so dark around that Harry supposed there were large trees there.
Seeing Hermione almost trip, he held her close to his body and raised his hand, simulating the circulation cycle of the Lumos spell.
However, he didn't notice Hermione's face gradually turning red in his arms.
A sphere of light, the size of a basketball, rose to the sky and lit the path for everyone. Everyone was surprised to see Harry casting a spell without a wand.
Wasn't that the level of experienced wizards who had already graduated?
Even Hagrid looked a bit surprised at the sight of that incomparably unique-looking young wizard.
"What an incredible spell, young wizard! But it's a shame you're not in a house yet; otherwise, I could award you some points. My name is Hagrid. And yours?"
"Thank you, Hagrid. My name is Harry Potter."
"Oh! So you're little Harry... My goodness! Little Harry!"
Harry Black was astonished to see such a giant exclaiming with so much joy. Why did it seem like he knew him?
"Sorry, but... do you know me?"
"Of course, I do! But now isn't the right time to talk about it. How about you visit me when you have some free time? I'll introduce you to my delicious rock cake!"
With Hagrid's promise, they didn't take long to reach the end of the trail.
Harry Black soon saw Hogwarts' Black Lake and was truly impressed by its appearance, immediately entering a boat with Hermione, Ron, and Neville.
While crossing the lake, Harry Black felt a strange sensation in his magic, as if something invisible had connected to it.
Looking at the imposing castle of Hogwarts, an inexplicable feeling of connection emerged in his heart.
"Could this be some kind of initiation ritual for new students, and that's why everyone only has the chance to cross the lake once?"
With this plausible assumption, Harry Black arrived at the castle's great door and saw Hagrid knocking until a familiar figure opened it.
Harry Black almost couldn't avoid calling her "big sister," but upon meeting Professor McGonagall's stern gaze, he concluded that it wouldn't be wise to ruin his Hogwarts experience for such a small reason.
After Professor McGonagall's preparatory speech, Harry Black barely had a chance to talk with his friends as he felt something approaching through the walls.
Soon, a confused expression appeared on his face; how could something come from within a wall?
But he was soon surprised to see what looked like dozens of white ghosts, slightly transparent, passing by while chatting among themselves, barely paying attention to the first-year students.
Nevertheless, the students had already begun to scream, and some even cried loudly.
"I knew ghosts existed in the wizarding world and even in Hogwarts, but is it really okay for them to walk around like this? Won't they devour the students' souls?"
Curious, Harry Black intended to reach out and touch a ghost, but he was stopped as Professor McGonagall returned and organized the students in line to enter the hall.
Harry Black could only sigh with slight disappointment.
Upon entering the hall, the first thing that caught his attention was the starry ceiling that reflected the stars, exactly like the kind of illusion he had applied in his room.
However, Harry Black knew he couldn't simulate the stars nearly as well.
Then, he looked at the four tables full of students and wasn't surprised that none could compare to his level of magical power.
However, when his eyes landed on the central figure at the teachers' table, Harry Black could barely avoid thinking he was dreaming.
It was a figure that appeared elderly, but whose eyes occasionally radiated magic visible only to Harry.
Harry was amazed to realize that his magical power, already superior to that of most adults, was equivalent to only 5% of that person's magical power, and a name suddenly appeared in his mind:
The Supreme Head of the International Confederation of Wizards!
Holder of the Order of Merlin, First Class!
The White Lord of the wizarding world!
Albus Dumbledore!]