The Silent Bookstore Manager at Hogwarts

On September 1, 1991, Red stood at the entrance of Platform 9¾ at King's Cross Station, between Platform 9 and Platform 10. The traces of magic there were so obvious that Red felt he could walk in even with his eyes closed.

After more than half a year of slow repairs to the Silent Bookstore and Harry's progress in learning languages ​​and great arts, Red finally had his first day of school.

Based on the past six months alone, Reed even felt that Professor McGonagall's concern for him made him wonder if he had revealed something terrible.

However, he had been living a very ordinary life every day since their first meeting. Even when he went to Diagon Alley to buy wizarding tools, he acted like a naive child under Professor McGonagall's constant supervision.

"Ugh, a bunch of guys who can't even feed themselves are trying to stuff food into my mouth. Don't they even think about what they're going to eat tonight..."

Red sighed and glanced at the miscellaneous items in his suitcase, including even his own wand.

Walnut wood, phoenix feather core, fourteen feet long, lying quietly on the top of the suitcase. To be honest, Red did feel a sense of awe when he walked into that wand shop.

However, when he discovered that casting magic with his own soul essence was only slightly more troublesome than casting spells with a wand, his sense of awe almost disappeared, especially when the boss was surprised to find that he had good compatibility with almost all wands.

"The last shopkeeper even said it was a once-in-a-century wand combination... Was he really just trying to trick me into raising the price?"

If Professor McGonagall hadn't told him that the first wand was subsidized by the Ministry of Magic and therefore had a uniform price of 7 Galleons, Reid would have turned around and left without hesitation. Although he hadn't experienced this kind of price gouging tactic much, he had seen it quite often. Moreover, if he saved those 7 Galleons, he would have enough money to buy more clothes for the children in the orphanage.

Then Red snapped his fingers, and under the guidance of [Soul Essence: Cognition], magic gently lifted the originally heavy box. He silently and without a wand cast the Levitation Charm, a spell Red had only figured out yesterday. Of course, the walnut wand Red had bought seemed a little aggrieved, as he hadn't expected that his master wouldn't use it as his first spell after receiving him.

Without saying a word, he crashed into Platform Nine and Three-Quarters. This was the method Professor McGonagall had told him to enter. To be honest, when Red first heard about this method, he thought Hogwarts also liked to play pranks.

Compared to the bustling platforms 9 and 10 outside, platform 9¾ was noticeably quieter, with only a few people boarding that wondrous train.

Reid found a quiet compartment at the back of the vehicle, put his luggage in the overhead compartment, and then took out two books to pass the time during the journey.

"The Theory of Magic and Standard Spells: Beginner'... Although they are both second-hand, they are in pretty good condition, and I saved a lot of money."

Red chose a second-hand book for his teaching materials. He didn't have any particular requirements for new books. Rather, he found the notes in the second-hand book very interesting, and this book, "Standard Spells: Beginner," was indeed very useful. He learned the Levitation Spell from this book.

"Ultimately, wizards cast spells by using mediums and incantations to draw upon magic and create effects... So theoretically, if my affinity and perception of magic are strong enough, it doesn't seem too difficult to do it silently and without a wand... Hmm, perhaps this can be included in my key training areas."

As Red was flipping through "Theory of Magic," he heard a voice.

"Hello, I can be here... Reid!!"

Red put down his book and saw a familiar figure. His beloved apprentice and farmhand, Harry Potter, casually dragged his suitcase into the carriage and stuffed his things into the luggage rack.

After more than half a year of training based on the "Scar Commandments," Harry Potter's originally slightly thin physique has become much stronger. Thanks to Sweet Bones' two-pence feast, Harry feels that he can now knock out ten of his six-month-old self with one punch.

【The Commandments of Scars】is more like a method of cultivation than a kind of knowledge. It is derived from the power and authority of the Colonel Sichen in the book. Of course, as a special technique of greatness, even those who do not believe in the Colonel can obtain the power of the Colonel's domain through this method.

"Although I expected it, I didn't expect you to come to my carriage. Please sit down... You look much stronger, the meal was worth it."

Harry just smiled sheepishly. For the past six months, Red had been putting off the repairs to the Silent House as much as possible. They had only just entered the castle, the main building, and after overcoming the first real barrier in the foyer (repair requirements: 3 Open or 3 Guide), they opened the long-sealed Great Spiral Staircase: Ground Floor (repair requirements: 4 Hearts or 4 Blades or 4 Winter or 4 Months), and then entered the reading room on the first floor, originally intended for visitors (repair requirements: 5 Lights or 5 Guides).

Then their repairs ended there. Harry felt very embarrassed that Red was focusing on training him, since he felt that if he hadn't been so weak, Red might have been able to clean even more rooms.

"How's it going with your practice now, [the precepts of the scars]?"

Red asked casually. Over the past six months, he had compiled a considerable number of books containing teachings on great arts, intending to slowly learn them from the basics at some point. The only great art Harry had learned came from the Latin book he had been reading, *The Chronicles of Time, Volume Three*.

[The Commandment of Scars LV1]: Grasp the boundaries with determination. Scars are both wisdom and regret; one often arises from the other. (Characteristics: 2 blades, 1 lamp)

Harry touched the scar on his forehead. Red had suggested that he use this scar as his first source of power when he started learning, and it proved to be very effective.

"Excuse me, may I sit here...? Are all the other carriages full?"

A red-haired boy of similar age peeked in, startling Harry. He instinctively glanced at Red, seeking his opinion.

"No problem, please sit down..." Reid put away his book, and Harry also stopped talking about the Great Magic. He just touched his scar.

"Thank you so much... By the way, my name is Ron, Ron Weasley."

"My name is Harry, Harry Potter."

As soon as Harry finished speaking, Ron stared in shock.

"Red Maxwell......."

So much so that he didn't even notice Reid's self-introduction.