The study was empty. The sun filtered in through enchanted windows. The door was locked. Daphne was busy pretending not to be worried just outside, arms crossed like a sentry.
Perfect.
I took a deep breath and focused on that flickering energy in my chest the one the system had silently dropped into me the moment I selected my first skill:
Shadow Clone Technique – Lv.1
No chants.
No seals.
Just intent.
A puff of smoke exploded next to me and standing there, slightly crooked, was another me.
We blinked at each other.
Then both said, "It worked."
We paused. He smirked. I grinned. He mimed juggling nothing. I mimed kicking him. We both laughed in unison before he vanished in a cloud of smoke.
One down.
I might be young, but I was officially multitasking.
The limit was one for now but maybe, if I leveled it up, I could get more. A whole squad of me? Now that was worth grinding for.
So… yeah.
Shadow Clone: Success.
Also possibly addictive.
After secretly practicing the jutsu all day, I decided to take a look at the system again in case I miss any important thing
I opened the system.
The same silent blue menu flickered open, gentle as always. No sound. No commentary. Just cold, glowing truth.
I scrolled past the Beginner Skills, past the Advanced list, and found two new tabs: This time with tabs I hadn't seen before.
[Legendary Skills]
[God Skills]
I opened them out of curiosity.
You know when you're broke and you click the "sort by most expensive" filter just to hurt yourself?
Yeah.
That.
Big mistake.
Legendary Tier
• [Bankai – Final Release] – 500,000 SP
• [Bijuu Cloak – Partial] – 650,000 SP
• [Shikai: Senbonzakura] – 700,000 SP
• [Charizard Mega Evolution] – 850,000 SP
• [Doraemon's Anywhere Door (Stable)] – 900,000 SP
God Tier
• [Super Saiyan 3] – 1,000,000 SP
• [Rimuru: Predator Skill Set] – 1,250,000 SP
• [Madara Uchiha: Final Dance Battle] – 1,500,000 SP
• [Gojo's Infinity + Domain Expansion] – 2,000,000 SP
• [Ultra Instinct – Perfected] – 2,500,000 SP
I stared in horror.
One. Million. Points.
"System," I muttered. "What kind of grind-heavy, soul-breaking paywall is this?"
It said nothing. Of course it didn't. Just pulsed calmly like it wasn't ruining my life.
"I'm five," I hissed. "FIVE."
Who do I have to duel to earn that? Grind daily quests until I'm eighty? Win the Triwizard Tournament blindfolded? Defeat Voldemort in a rap battle
One thing for sure, I will not be able to get a hand in any of this any time soon.
Outside, Daphne stood in the hallway pacing slowly, book clutched to her chest.
She wasn't reading it.
She was listening.
Every so often, a pop of magic or soft voice filtered through the walls. The Healers were upstairs with our mother.
Today was the day.
Astoria Greengrass was on the way.
"Worried?" I asked, appearing beside her like a ninja in tiny slippers.
She flinched. "Stop doing that."
"Doing what?"
"Appearing. Breathing silently. Looming."
"I'm not looming," I said. "I'm just existing better than average."
She glanced at me, then back at the ceiling. "They've been in there for hours."
"Yep."
"Is it supposed to take that long?"
"I don't know. But if I had to guess, summoning a new human being is probably not a speedrun."
Daphne didn't laugh. But her mouth twitched.
"She's going to cry a lot, isn't she?"
"Probably."
"She's going to bite me."
"She doesn't even have teeth."
"She'll grow them. Out of spite."
I shrugged. "I'll teach her a Rasengan."
Daphne frowned. "A what?"
I froze. "Uh… it's a spinning orb of concentrated—"
She raised a hand. "Stop. If this is one of your weird made-up spells again, I will hex you in your sleep."
"Not made up! Very legitimate. Ancient tradition. From a land far, far away—"
"Lucian."
"No, I—okay yes. But it's still very real in my heart."
Later that evening, our father swept down the stairs with rare urgency.
"It's done," he said. "She's beautiful. Would you two like to meet your sister?"
Daphne stiffened. I grabbed her hand.
"Yeah," I said. "We'd like that."
We climbed the staircase together, twin shadows flickering in wandlight.
Astoria was… red.
And puffy.
And loud.
But she was also tiny, perfect, and wrapped in a blanket enchanted with sleepy charms.
Daphne didn't say anything. She just stared, silently, wide-eyed.
"She has your nose," I whispered.
"No she doesn't."
"She has your temper."
"She's asleep."
"So still counts."
Daphne rolled her eyes but stepped a little closer.
Mother looked tired but radiant, her smile so warm.
"She'll be strong," she murmured. "Like her big sister. Like her big brother."
Daphne reached for Astoria's hand, careful and slow.
"She's going to bite me," she said again.
"You'll deserve it."
I stayed quiet for a moment, just watching them and my sister and our newborn sibling bundled up in a mountain of blankets and enchantments.
She didn't know it yet.
None of them did.
But Astoria… she wasn't just small and soft and loud.
She had something else. Something darker in her blood. A curse. One that hadn't surfaced yet, but would as I remember in the book, Daphne does not have it, only Astoria.
I glanced down at her and whispered under my breath, "Don't worry, little sis. Big brother's gonna fix that curse someday. I promise."
And with that, we welcome our new baby sister into this family
The next morning, as the manor settled back into quiet, our father found us in the sitting room.
"I have business in Diagon Alley today," he said, adjusting his cufflinks. "I thought it time you both visited as well. Consider it your first outing."
Daphne blinked. "Really?"
He nodded. "Formal robes, of course. But perhaps something else too. A book, maybe."
Daphne sat up straighter. "New books?"
"New anything," I whispered. "New wand polish. New joke shop supplies. New means of transportation."
She said.
"You're not buying a broom, and why do you even need a wand polish since we are not able to use it yet"
"Broom? Please. I'm going to find a way to catch a flying type. Also, I love being prepare"
"What does that even mean!?"
"Exactly."
She groaned. "I'm walking. I'm walking and I'm not talking to you."
"So just like always?"
She threw a bread roll at me and angrily walk away.
Back to me, even if I didn't show it much on the outside, I was buzzing with emotion.
This was my first real visit to the magical town I'd only ever seen on a screen.Diagon Alley, in the flesh.Wands, robes, broomsticks… maybe even a suspicious alley full of cursed teapots.
Yes. Finally.The famous wizarding village from Harry Potter.Real spells. Real shops. Real chaos.
And this time?I wasn't watching the story.I was in it.