Looking at the envelope in his hand, sealed with the Hogwarts crest, Robert stood frozen. Beside him, Professor Sprout's congratulatory voice rang out warmly, full of pride.
Emotion surged within Robert.
The wizarding world…?
In his previous life, he had dreamed about this countless times.
The Philosopher's Stone, said to transform lead into gold and grant eternal life.
The legendary Basilisk hidden beneath Hogwarts that could kill with just a glance.
The Triwizard Tournament, where young witches and wizards braved dragons, mazes, and the return of Lord Voldemort.
Just thinking about it…
Dangerous!
It's all so dangerously exciting!
Robert's expression grew serious. He whispered to himself with resolute clarity:
"Always remember why I'm going to Hogwarts—
Planting trees.
Planting trees.
And nothing but planting trees!"
He shook his head to clear away the wild fantasies.
"What Philosopher's Stone? What Basilisk? What Triwizard Tournament?
What do those have to do with me?"
The thought of planting trees instantly calmed him.
There was nothing in this world that made Robert feel more grounded and at peace than planting trees. As long as he focused on that—cultivating, nurturing, harvesting—he could grow stronger, earn rewards, and stay far away from the chaos of magic duels and Dark Lords.
Now that was a profitable and peaceful path.
As for the danger and adventure?
Let Harry Potter and his friends handle those.
Just then, Professor Sprout turned to him.
"If you're ready, Robert," she said kindly, "I'll take you to explore the wizarding world for the first time."
"I've already prepared your textbooks, cauldron, and supplies," she added. "But you'll need to get your wand in person."
She held out her hand to him.
"Come, take my hand."
Robert's eyes sparkled with anticipation.
The magical world was about to open up before him.
And the most beautiful part of it all?
Mandrakes.
Devil's Snare.
Biting cabbages.
Whomping Willows!
Just imagining planting those made his heart race with excitement. How many rewards could he gain? What rare seeds, abilities, or upgrades would his planting system grant him?
Sure, the wand was important.
But Robert was mentally prepared.
Because only he knew—
This body had originally been that of a Squib.
Logically speaking, he wasn't even supposed to be able to attend Hogwarts.
Only thanks to the rewards granted from planting a batch of margaret flowers had he received his acceptance letter. If young wizard aptitude could be ranked, then Harry Potter—with a piece of Voldemort's soul—was undoubtedly at the top, with Legendary Potential.
Robert, on the other hand, might be the lowest tier in magical aptitude.
And if Ollivander's famous saying held true—"the wand chooses the wizard"—what chance did he have of attracting something rare?
No phoenix feather, no holly wood.
No elder wands, no Thestral tail hairs.
Not even the exotic mithril-core or fan-fiction relics.
But did he care?
Not at all.
Because deep down, Robert firmly believed:
The wand is just a tool. The wizard is what matters most.
With that thought, he grabbed Professor Sprout's rough hand.
In the next second, with a loud CRACK, he felt his stomach lurch, like being flushed down a magical toilet.
The next moment, the crooked sign of the Leaky Cauldron appeared before him.
Beside him, Professor Sprout handed him a small brown bag.
"It's normal to feel nauseous the first time you Apparate," she said. "Here, use this."
But Robert stood perfectly still, looking completely unaffected.
Professor Sprout blinked, surprised.
"Robert… you don't feel dizzy at all?"
He was startled for a second, then looked at the semi-transparent interface that only he could see:
[Planting System Panel]
Current Abilities:Photosynthesis (Legendary)Lodging Resistance (Legendary)Life Force Enhancement (Legendary)Strength Enhancement (Legendary)Body Strengthening (Legendary)Heat Resistance (Epic)Drought Resistance (Diamond)Magic (Bronze)His eyes lingered on the Bronze-level Magic—the lowest tier.
But the rest…?
Legendary.
Robert realized something incredible.
His countless hours of farming, planting, watering, and nurturing had not only enhanced his physical traits—but had built up a supernatural resistance to magic itself!
No wonder Apparition didn't bother him.
His Lodging Resistance was probably blocking the side effects completely!
And other abilities like Life Force Enhancement and Strength Enhancement?
They would definitely help in the magical world—even if his actual magical aptitude was minimal.
All of his worries suddenly melted away.
He had feared his slow and steady path of farming would be crushed by the overwhelming might of the magic system.
But now?
Now it seemed…
Farming was the real cheat code!
A satisfied smile spread across his face.
"I feel great, Aunt," Robert said bashfully. "No discomfort at all. Maybe it's because I exercise a lot?"
Professor Sprout gave him an approving nod.
"As expected from a Sprout. What a healthy child."
She led him through the Leaky Cauldron and to a brick wall in the back alley.
"This is the entrance to Diagon Alley," she explained. "You count three bricks up from the trash can, then two across… tap it three times."
She handed him her wand.
"Why don't you give it a try?"
Robert looked at the bricks, then hesitated.
"Aunt… does it have to be a wand? What if a wizard was out walking and forgot their wand? Would they be locked out?"
Professor Sprout tilted her head.
"Well… I suppose anything could work. The wand is just what we're used to—it's convenient."
Robert nodded thoughtfully.
He reached into his jacket—and pulled out a mini shovel.
Clang.
Clang.
Clang.
Three quick taps.
The bricks began to tremble, shifting one by one, until a grand archway appeared before them.
A hidden gateway to Diagon Alley opened with a flourish.
"It actually works!" Robert exclaimed, stunned.
Professor Sprout stared at the shovel in his hand.
"Robert… you carry a shovel with you?"
He nodded as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"Of course. What if I wanted to plant a tree while I was out and didn't have tools? That'd be terrible."
"What, wizards can't carry shovels?" he asked seriously. "That's kind of disappointing."
"If there's magic that lets me carry a multi-functional entrenching tool, or better yet—summon a tractor on command, that'd be amazing. I could farm anywhere!"
Professor Sprout was caught between laughter and tears.
Why did this child have such an intense obsession with planting?
He wasn't just a natural Hufflepuff—he might be the Hufflepuff chosen one!
Still, she gently tried to guide him.
"For most wizards, a wand can do nearly everything—levitation, summoning, even conjuring tools. You don't need a tractor."
Robert thought for a moment.
"But does it sow seeds as efficiently?"
Professor Sprout sighed.
"Let's go get you a wand first."
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