The Silent Bookstore Manager at Hogwarts

"Thank you so much for what you just said..." Harry said sincerely to Red, carrying his bag. If Red hadn't instilled the power of [Memory: Foresight] (2 castings, 1 lamp) and [Soul Matter: Fortitude] (2 castings, 1 blade) in him before asking the question, Harry felt that he would probably have been the dumbest person in the whole discussion.

"If you still don't understand over there, I'll have to explain it to you again later. Instead of wasting that effort, let's just make things clear from the beginning. You should know what we're going to do now, right?"

Harry nodded. Nicolas Flamel talked to them about liquid metal, the Philosopher's Stone, and many other unnamed alchemical products. Of course, there was more to it than that. As an alchemist who had lived for hundreds of years, Nicolas Flamel's vision was incredibly broad. He even gave several locations on the European continent, saying that Red and Harry would gain a lot if they went there.

"So what's in that package?"

Harry noticed that Reid hadn't opened the package since he put it away. The contents inside were clearly something that could help them on their journey, but Reid was in no hurry, as if he didn't care at all.

"There's nothing of value here, just things we can use. The alchemist's choice was indeed very clever."

Red took out two bottles of potion and handed one to Harry.

"Drink it. This potion will allow you to understand French, German, and most other languages ​​that exist in Europe. It's a kind of 'language proficiency.' Congratulations, Harry. At least you won't have to go through the trouble of learning Greek and Aramaic anymore."

Harry drank the potion with great eagerness. The strange sweet and sour apple flavor made his eyes light up. He then felt a lot of things pop into his head. He couldn't remember them in detail, but they would come out naturally when he needed them.

"I won't use it... This bottle can perhaps be left to someone who is destined to receive it."

Red had originally intended to drink the potion, but considering that he already possessed a good command of most common languages, he decided to leave it behind, since Harry could always be his real-time translator if necessary.

"Then there were some maps and things like that, and even a small amount of cash. It seems this alchemist is really looking forward to us completing this trip..."

Harry nodded seriously; he had never imagined that anyone would have any hope for such a reckless trip.

"Don't worry too much. The problems he gave us can't be completed in a short time. We might not even be able to finish them by the time he passes away, so you don't need to worry about it. Even Master Nico himself has admitted to this problem. We just need to do our best."

"So...where do we go next?"

"Whatever you want. Actually, I originally just wanted to visit Master Nico and then wander around somewhere, but now that you're here, Harry, is there anywhere you'd like to go?"

Harry longed to visit his parents' graves, but he knew it wasn't the right time, so he picked up the map Nicolas Flamel had given them.

"Let's go here first... Nicolas Flamel's former studio, I think it's in... France. Can we leave the country now?"

"What's wrong with that? What do you think can stop you, the strait or the law?"

Red asked a question. He had already started planning his itinerary and route. He didn't know how many obstacles he would encounter along the way, but the fall of a certain red giant brought a huge amount of supplies to the black market throughout Europe, including Britain. Even Red had bought a lot of interesting treasures at low prices.

"Let's set off then... Does Devon have a port for us to cross the strait? If not, we'll have to keep traveling by car, right?"

Reid nodded. He didn't know if there was a port here, but he didn't want to take a ferry to France from Devon. It would be good to travel around somewhere else.

So the two of them once again trekked back to the train station, planning a relatively convenient and safe route to ensure a quiet journey to the estuary.

They felt that spending the night on the train, the slightly swaying train like a cradle, made Harry close his eyes in a daze.

"Harry........"

He heard a call, a distant yet comforting call that seemed to come from nowhere, and he looked into the distance.

On that day, he lost his parents while still an infant. All Harry could see was a green light that represented death taking away his father and mother. He looked at everything blankly, grief fermenting in his heart. He didn't know what to say, and could only kneel on the ground looking at his dying mother and his father who had already breathed his last.

"Harry... I love you."

"Love is the greatest spell," Dumbledore said, but Harry didn't understand what that meant. He tried to hold his mother's hand, but then he heard a sound—the sound of someone roughly pushing open the door and barging in.

"Lily!!"

The person called out sadly, and Harry felt the voice was somewhat familiar, but the dream became increasingly fragmented, and he could neither hear who the person was nor see their face.

"Get up, Harry."

Harry Potter suddenly woke up from his sleep. He looked around blankly, and finally touched his face, where traces of tears remained on his cheeks.

"Would you like something to drink? A glass of warm milk in the morning would be nice."

Red still seemed completely unburdened. Harry paused for a moment, then suddenly asked a question.

"Red... what do you want to do in the future?"

"What do you mean?"

"Look at me... I want to defeat Voldemort, but what about you? You don't seem to have any goals, do you? If your goal is to become the administrator, then it's perfectly acceptable to completely avoid getting involved with Voldemort, right?"

Harry felt he had a lot to say, but in the end he only asked this one question.

"Oh, you mean this... Harry, well, let's put it this way... I want to change the world, at least I don't want famine to take their lives again, do you understand what I mean? I'm not so arrogant as to say I can definitely do something, but my hope right now is... before I leave this world, I can at least proudly say that I haven't lived my life in vain, it's that simple."

As Red said this, Harry felt a sense of absurdity, as if the person in front of him was destined to do something incredible.