NOVEL NEXT WORLD Chapter 3: Chapter 3
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Chapter 3: The Iron Triangle Is Assembled, How Can We Witness History?
"Excuse me, is there anyone here?" a little kid with freckles asked as he pushed open the door to the carriage. He was followed by a boy with a lightning scar on his head, the famous savior, Harry Potter, and his friend, Ronald Weasley. "Um, I mean the other cars are full," Ronald added.
Kyle, reflecting on the past five years, responded casually, "Please!" He didn't have any particular opinion about the savior, neither positive nor negative—a pure sense of being a passer-by. However, he briefly wondered, what level of emotional turmoil could a savior's presence bring?
"Oh, thank you so much, my name is Ronald Weasley, and he is Harry Potter!" Ronald proudly proclaimed as he entered. "You must have heard his name, right? By the way, I don't know your name yet?"
"Kyle!"
"Hello, Kyle, are these two cats yours? They look, I mean, they look regal!" Ronald exclaimed, eyeing the two Pokémon from the Pokémon world on Kyle's shoulder, the Sun Elf and the Moon Elf. They were the only two diamond chests Kyle had opened so far. Not only were they good-looking, but they also possessed extraordinary strength. However, the two elves glanced at Ronald with disdain and turned their heads away, as if to say, "You don't deserve to be our friend!" Ronald was left speechless.
Suddenly, Kyle heard a series of notifications in his mind: "Depression detected!" and "The treasure chest is being extracted for the host!" Then, "Congratulations to the host for obtaining a silver treasure chest!"
At this moment, the system's notification sounded in Kyle's mind. He thought to himself, "On!" And seconds later, he heard: "Congratulations to the host for opening the silver treasure chest and obtaining the floating spell!" It was detected that the host had already learned the floating spell, so it was converted into experience points. "Congratulations to the host for upgrading the floating spell to Level 7," the system informed him.
Spells had ten levels: Level 3 or above allowed for proficient casting, Level 5 for casting spells silently, and Level 7 for casting spells without a staff. Mastery at Level 10 meant understanding all principles of the magic and studying various variants.
Kyle mused, "Worthy of being one of the three members of the protagonist group—just a simple emotion, and a silver treasure chest appears!" Many black wizards in Knockturn Alley never saw a white treasure chest, even at their end. "Don't worry, these two elves have bad personalities; they only like to play with good-looking people," Kyle reassured Ronald.
Again, the system's notification came: "Depression detected!" followed by "The treasure chest is being extracted for the host!" Then, "Congratulations to the host for obtaining a silver treasure chest!" The cycle seemed to continue, marking another point in the ever-unfolding story.
Ronald looked resentful. "Are you sure you're comforting someone?" he asked. "Kyle, you're the same, I mean, are you also the child of a wizarding family?"
At this time, the savior Harry Potter spoke to ease the embarrassment. "Of course, though I don't know who my parents are," Kyle shrugged.
"Are you an orphan too?" Harry Potter's eyes lit up. "Really, me too. Hagrid took me to Diagon Alley, and I found that everyone knew me. Looks like they respect me. But I don't know why, maybe it's my parents?"
"Do you know about my parents?" Harry asked.
"Since no one told you, then I think someone wants you to understand it yourself. Maybe after you get to Hogwarts and meet that person who values you very much, you will gradually know everything!" Kyle shrugged. Of course, he knew but he didn't mean to spoil it.
"Oh, well, can you do magic then?" Harry inquired.
"This..." Kyle hadn't thought that Harry Potter had the potential to be talkative.
"I will!" Ronald, who was very eager to express himself, couldn't wait to speak. "George once taught me a spell, but I can't use it, maybe now, do you want to see it?"
With that, he took out his wand. It was a second-hand one, so worn out that the unicorn hair on its tail was showing. Ronald was waving his wand and was about to cast a spell when the door of the box opened suddenly.
"Did any of you see a toad? Neville lost a toad..." A little girl with messy hair but delicate features came in. It was the last one in the Iron Triangle, Hermione Granger.
"Are you doing magic? Do you mind if I take a look too?" Hermione was immediately interested when she saw Ronald waving his wand.
"All right!" Ronald cleared his throat and began to chant the incantation. "Daisies, sweet cream, and sunshine, turn this silly fat mouse yellow!" A moment later, nothing happened. Banban, the mouse who was sleeping, raised his head and glanced at Ronald, as if looking at a mentally challenged person. The girl watching also had an expression of "what are you doing?"
"Are you sure it's a real spell? Doesn't look like much," Hermione remarked, her mouth curling up. "I also tried a few simple spells at home, and they all worked. For example, repair it!"
The next moment, Harry Potter's broken glasses were suddenly repaired. "How is it? Isn't it good?" Hermione raised her head slightly. "I've helped adults fix a lot of things at home with this spell."