Harry Potter: I started checking in from Diagon Alley

Just as he was about to get his wand, a gust of wind blew, lifting his wand and sending it flying nearly ten meters away.

This time, old Tom did not try to chase after his wand.

His legs were trembling involuntarily, making it impossible for him to exert any strength.

A feeling that was strangely familiar to old Tom drifted from behind him.

Old Tom was pale; what had blown his wand away wasn't the wind at all.

But...

Old Tom looked up in shock at Eric's location.

Before he could even prepare himself, a fierce and unparalleled aura erupted from Eric!

Pure magical pressure surged forth from Eric's body without reservation.

The magical pressure surged like a continuous wave, emanating a powerful shockwave from Eric's center.

For a moment, all sounds at the scene seemed to stop, leaving only the subconscious screams of the people and the deafening impact.

The bricks on the ground were overturned, and the monster books that were still flying in the air were all shot down.

The overwhelming magical pressure instantly swept across an area of ​​several meters in radius centered on Flourish and Blotts Bookstore.

The doors of Flourish and Blotts were violently knocked to the ground, along with the windows of several surrounding shops, and almost all of them disappeared at the same time.

Old Tom was knocked to the ground the moment the pressure was unleashed.

Not only him, but everyone present except Eric was completely unprepared for this; they were no better off than old Tom.

Old Tom lay on the ground, his eyes tightly closed, feeling as if his heart was about to jump out of his chest.

This magical shock was on a completely different level from the one he had just experienced at the Leaky Cauldron.

Old Tom couldn't quite explain whether he should be glad Eric hadn't unleashed that energy at the Leaky Cauldron.

His mind was completely muddled. He opened his mouth wide, wanting to say so much, but couldn't utter a single word.

It's unclear how much time passed before old Tom, who was lying on the ground, was able to open his eyes and look at the only boy standing in front of Flourish and Blotts.

The storm had subsided at some point.

Eric still wore a gentle smile as he looked at old Tom, his lips moving slightly as if he were saying something.

After a long time, the sound finally reached Old Tom's ears faintly.

"...Sorry, I accidentally used too much force."

Eric, who had shut down his mental stance and was quietly experiencing the return of color, smiled and said.

Chapter 8 Patronus Curse

What is he saying?

Did you use too much force?

If he weren't still rational, Old Tom would be really afraid that he might have a mental breakdown right now.

With his thin frame and youthful face, Eric stood there, looking no different from any other unenrolled young wizard.

Indeed, this was the case; Old Tom knew Eric's situation all too well.

Just half a day earlier, Eric had been introduced to Diagon Alley through him.

Eric didn't even have his own wand.

He doesn't know any magic.

All he possessed was his innate magical power.

It's simply its own magic.

Looking at the scattered, trembling monster books, and Eric standing calmly among them, Old Tom and the surrounding wizards were all speechless with shock.

The scene, which was just a moment ago in complete chaos, has suddenly turned into this.

No one could have imagined that things would end up being resolved in this way.

Faced with the rampant monster books, neither the staff at Flourish and Blotts nor any passing adult wizards could do anything about it.

As a result, a child who suddenly appeared simply released his magic power, and the monster books fell completely silent.

There were also some knowledgeable wizards present, and after realizing what had happened, their gazes toward Eric involuntarily carried a hint of fear.

What is most shocking is not so much the impact of Eric's magical outburst, but rather Eric's ability to completely control his magic.

It's important to know that most young wizards before entering school, especially those from Muggle families, are unable to control their own magic.

In general, preschool wizards use their magic very passively, and magic leakage only occurs under specific circumstances.

This often becomes the standard for verifying whether a young wizard is a Squib.

For example, Harry Potter was able to talk to snakes before he even enrolled in school because of his Parseltongue.

This is the most direct manifestation of magical talent.

The consequences of this passive release of magic are extremely uncontrollable.

Children's emotions are unstable, and for wizards, emotions are precisely an important part of casting magic.

This can easily lead to some bad things happening.

If every young wizard is allowed to act freely and without restraint, the magical world will inevitably face the risk of being exposed.

This is something the Ministry of Magic absolutely does not want to see.

This is why wizards need to attend magic schools.

But looking at Eric's calm and collected expression now, there's not a trace of passivity or panic on his face.

He has it all planned out.

That's precisely why it's even more terrifying.

"Merlin..."

"Unbelievable..."

"Who is this child?! Who is he? Does anyone know him?"

"...fully restored!"

Eric's burst of magic brought a brief moment of peace to Diagon Alley, after which the scene immediately became noisy.

Hearing the explosion, more and more people began to gather around.

The wizards' surprised shouts and the sounds of them using various spells to repair the damage Eric had caused were mixed together, making it difficult to hear what the people on the other end were saying.

Without exception, everyone's eyes were focused on Eric.

Surprise, shock, curiosity...

Various kinds of gazes took turns circling over Eric.

For the time being, no one dares to approach Eric.

The seemingly gentle young man remained motionless at the entrance of Flourish and Blotts bookstore.

Eric completely ignored the stares of those around him.

He's busy receiving the system's rewards.

[Ding, mission complete]

[Congratulations, host. Please accept the mission reward and choose any spell to raise its proficiency to intermediate level.]

A virtual panel immediately appeared in Eric's field of vision.

The panel lists all sorts of spells in great detail.

Each spell is presented as an icon, accompanied by a short explanatory text.

Eric's thoughts raced, and the list began to scroll rapidly in response.

Disarming spell, repelling spell, restoration spell...

All sorts of bizarre and wonderful spells were displayed before Eric.

Ok?

Eric's eyes suddenly narrowed. In the spell list, he found a special icon with a twisted green light on it, which seemed to exude an evil aura just by looking at it.

[The Avada Kedavra Curse—a killing curse, one of the unforgivable curses. It is a spell that, if it strikes, can kill any living being; there is no way to break it.]

Eric's lips curled into a slight smile.

He really didn't expect that the rewards given by the system would include the Unforgivable Curse.

In some ways, Avada Kedavra can be considered the strongest curse.

Perhaps sensing Eric's attention, the system spoke again:

[Please note that this reward only increases the spell's proficiency, not its power. The spell's effect still depends on the host's own magic power and their state at the time of casting.]

Eric understood the system's underlying meaning perfectly.

Faced with a vast array of spells, he could choose any one he wanted, even the Unforgivable Curse, which was currently banned by the Ministry of Magic.

However, the effectiveness of casting the spell cannot be guaranteed.

In other words, this reward feature provided by the system has no after-sales support.

The system only provides rewards, but it doesn't care what Eric uses them for or take responsibility for the consequences.

If Eric is thrown into Azkaban for carelessly casting a killing curse, it's Eric's own fault and has nothing to do with the system.

"Hehe, System, you're overthinking it."

Before the system could finish speaking, Eric's gaze lingered on the Avada Kedavra curse for only a moment before shifting away.

He never intended to choose the Unforgivable Curse from the beginning.

Eric had no objection to using the Unforgivable Curse; it was just that the time wasn't right yet.

In his view, spells are merely tools; whether they are evil or not depends on the person using them, not on the spells themselves.