Chapter 75: First Encounter
Alexander stood amidst the crowd, barely able to suppress a laugh. The very person he once longed to become as a child had now appeared before him in such a dramatic fashion.
Even though he had read the original story, seeing Harry Potter in person felt like reuniting with an old friend—someone who had grown up alongside him through childhood pages. It had been nearly four years since Alexander had resisted the urge to visit No. 4 Privet Drive, to avoid observing the boy who, like him, shared a tragic fate. He shouldn't be laughing at a time like this.
But with Alexander's enhanced physique, even a fast-moving train couldn't hinder his vision. Pressed tightly against the carriage window, Harry's nose had flattened hilariously against the glass, making his face look comically large. Those iconic green eyes only amplified the effect.
Alexander bit back a grin. Like a ghost, invisible and drifting through the air, he hovered beside Harry's compartment, fully immersed in observing the Boy Who Lived.
Harry was peculiar—peculiar even among wizards.
He bore the traces of three distinct kinds of magic.
The first was love—selfless, maternal love—that wrapped around every inch of his body, even his soul.
The second was darker, colder. A dead, ominous magic deeply entangled with Harry's own. If Alexander hadn't advanced his detection ability to Level 5 in the past three years, he might not have noticed it at all.
And the third... was Harry's own magic. Pure and vibrant, like morning dew. It was astonishing that a child raised in such a cold, abusive environment could possess such untainted power.
"I was truly blind before. The magic of love... Isn't Harry Potter the most vivid example of it?" Alexander mused.
"The first living Horcrux in history. How rare." He couldn't help thinking aloud, just as he blurred himself into the dimensional space of Castle Smith, dodging the sudden appearance of a tunnel.
Horcruxes were the antithesis of the human soul.
Where a body housed a soul, a Horcrux contained only a fragment. If the body was damaged, the soul remained intact. But if a Horcrux was destroyed, the fragment within would vanish with it.
Harry Potter had unknowingly become such a container, giving Alexander a striking sense of déjà vu—much like a jinchūriki from the Naruto universe.
On October 31, 1981, Voldemort had attempted to kill Harry with the Killing Curse, only to have it rebound due to Lily Evans' sacrificial protection. The curse failed, and Voldemort was reduced to a spectral existence, even weaker than a ghost.
In the process, he had marked Harry as a Horcrux—without even realizing it.
The Horcrux's instinct to protect its host, Lily's selfless love, and Harry's innate magical power had, over the years, become deeply interwoven.
Whenever Harry faced danger or emotional distress, both the fragment of Voldemort and Lily's love would instinctively rise to protect him.
Quirrell, for example, had once been able to shake Harry's hand in the Leaky Cauldron. But when he threatened Harry's life later, it was that love-imbued magic in Harry's touch that burned him.
And though Quirrell hosted Voldemort, Harry contained a piece of him too. Who was more "Voldemort" between the two? It was hard to say.
As the train rolled on, Alexander noticed the maternal magic from Privet Drive—from Harry's only blood relative—gradually stirring.
From his perspective, the grief Harry felt after parting with Hagrid and returning to the Dursleys was being slowly softened by that invisible love. Simultaneously, the Voldemort fragment was suppressed and digested.
The soul fragment inside Harry had long lost its consciousness, becoming nothing more than raw magical energy. Unlike other Horcruxes, which retained awareness and cunning, the one in Harry was devoid of self—just power, nothing more.
"Is that why Dumbledore insisted on placing Harry with the Dursleys? So that the love could neutralize Voldemort's will?" Alexander mused, hovering weightlessly in the air, chin resting in his hand.
He finally made up his mind. With a flick of thought, a faint candlelight emerged from the real Castle Smith, invisible to any eye, and latched itself onto Harry's lightning-shaped scar.
"Harry, you already have two magical powers inside you. Time for me to join the fun," Alexander said with a devilish grin.
Despite everything, the real Harry looked different from Daniel Radcliffe in the movies. His features were more delicate, refined. His iconic Potter chicken-nest hairstyle was neither long nor short, sticking up naturally as though no comb could tame it.
"I'm so jealous," Alexander muttered. That effortlessly messy hair, unique to the Potters, always maintained its signature look without effort.
Petunia Dursley had once tried to rid Harry of the same irritating haircut James Potter had. After cutting off nearly all his hair—leaving just a lock in front to hide the scar—Harry had awoken the next morning with his hair fully regrown.
What lazy person wouldn't kill for such magical hair?
Alexander, lacking such natural magic, could only maintain neat hair through extreme bodily control—an ability gained through body modification skills.
As he followed Harry discreetly to No. 4 Privet Drive, Alexander unleashed another wave of magic to divert Dumbledore's attention. This trace came from a dark wizard he'd met in Knockturn Alley and vanished right after casting.
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The next morning, sunlight streamed into the study at Castle Smith. Alexander, now seated at the breakfast table, flipped through the latest issue of the Daily Prophet.
As expected, besides a peculiar photo of Ron Weasley posing with a golden card, a piece of news drew his attention.
> Ministry Raids Knockturn Alley — Multiple Dark Wizards Apprehended. Sources suggest the crackdown may be tied to Ludo Bagman's illegal gambling activities.
However, there was still no mention of the attempted Gringotts break-in. Alexander knew that Quirrell had made his move shortly after Hagrid retrieved the Philosopher's Stone from the vault.
"What a pity," he muttered. "If Ludo Bagman gets arrested, what happens to the Weasleys' VIP Quidditch tickets in fourth year? Will Harry still attend the World Cup?"
"Could Barty Crouch Jr. escape? Be found by Voldemort?"
"No, Voldemort discovered him through Bertha Jorkins," Alexander reminded himself, relaxing slightly.
Just then, a hazy prompt appeared before his eyes:
> New Skill Acquired: Love (Lv1, 1%)
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