After learning that Harry actually had a way to solve her problem, the mysterious senior didn't believe him right away. Instead, she grew a little wary.
After all, she'd spent years searching and never found a workable method. And now, the moment he brought it up, Harry already had a solution ready—anyone would find that hard to swallow.
But she'd wanted to break free of this sealed state for far too long. So even if she suspected there might be a trick hidden inside, after hesitating for a moment, she still chose to trust him.
A little nervous, she asked, "Can you explain it in detail? What method, exactly?"
Despite herself, a few embarrassing thoughts slipped into her mind—like whether Harry was about to say something along the lines of: "All I have to do is enter your body and I can pull the magic out," or "We need… extremely close contact… to help you release the excess magic."
It wasn't baseless paranoia.
Back when she'd been desperately searching for a solution, plenty of wizards who'd heard rumors had come looking for her—scum with ulterior motives, trying to take advantage with teasing, suggestive words.
She hadn't indulged any of them.
She'd answered them with ancient magic—grinding every bone in their bodies to dust, slowly and deliberately.
Hmph. A bunch of delusional fools. Did they really not know who they were messing with?
The White-Haired Witch who terrorized everything within a few hundred miles of Hogwarts wasn't called that for nothing.
Of course, she wasn't going to treat Harry, her junior, with anything that cruel.
For one thing, she'd always been more patient with juniors.
And for another, a century of sealing had tempered her. Her personality wasn't as explosively irritable as it used to be—she could handle things more calmly now.
In her heart, she firmly told herself that this strange tolerance she had for Harry had absolutely nothing to do with his handsome face or terrifying strength.
Absolutely nothing.
Because she'd noticed something else too.
When she'd tried to move against Harry earlier, a sharp instinctive dread had surged through her—like her body was screaming at her to stop.
Her ancient magic was warning her: this was an enemy she could not defeat.
And remembering the mysterious power she'd vaguely sensed inside him—magic of a quality far beyond her own ancient magic—only made her more certain.
This junior was hiding a lot of secrets.
Harry, of course, wasn't about to say anything humiliating like the things she'd imagined.
He was simply… extremely tempted by his senior, that was all.
Once he confirmed she was willing, Harry pulled a piece of hardware from his pocket dimension—his Chat Group device—and placed it in front of her, smiling as he said, "Senior, look. This is an alchemical device I invented. It needs an enormous amount of magic to activate.
I can carve runes around you that will continuously draw the magic out of your body and feed it into this device. If we keep it running like that, then in about two years, your internal magic should reach a stable balance.
At that point, you should be able to leave this sealed crystal and return to the outside world."
The mysterious senior understood his plan at a glance.
It was obviously a win-win.
He'd be helping stabilize her magic—and at the same time, he'd be using her excess power as the energy source to activate his alchemical device.
Sure, it looked like he was "using" her, but she didn't dislike it.
Both sides benefited. Clean and efficient.
What she was curious about was what this alchemical device actually was—something that required her ancient magic as fuel.
Her thoughts turned once, and she agreed immediately, decisively.
"Thank you, junior. I accept your plan. I'll leave everything to you."
"Don't worry, senior," Harry said brightly. "Leave it all to me. You just lie back and relax."
With that, Harry quickly reached into his pocket dimension and took out all kinds of materials.
His movements were smooth and practiced. Using magic, he blended, fused, and adjusted the materials together.
A moment later, a special magical dye that shimmered with a strange faint glow formed in his hand.
Harry crouched down and began drawing carefully across the cold floor.
His speed was fast, his technique precise and fluid.
In just a little over ten minutes, a complex, exquisite runic matrix appeared perfectly on the stone.
Next, Harry placed the core component of the Chat Group device beside the runic matrix, then activated the array.
As the lines of the runes lit up one by one, the mysterious senior immediately felt the ancient magic inside her being slowly pulled away.
For the first time, her magic output finally became weaker than her magic consumption.
If this kept going, then yes—two years later, her magic would truly stabilize.
Hope surged through her, and gratitude flooded her voice.
"Thank you, junior. If you hadn't helped me, I don't even know how long I would've stayed sealed.
In the future, if you ever need anything, just say it. I'll do everything I can."
Harry's eyes lit up. He had no intention of being polite about it.
"Then I want you to teach me ancient magic. And—also—I want you to become my lender."
"Teaching ancient magic is fine," she said, puzzled. "But what do you mean, 'lender'?"
After Harry explained what a lender meant in detail, she frowned slightly, confusion in her voice.
"Only a century has passed, and the outside world has developed into something like this? That's unbelievable."
Harry sighed and patiently explained, "Senior, it's not the outside world. This is my unique ability—nobody else has it. It's never appeared in the wizarding world."
Understanding dawned on her.
So the world hadn't become incomprehensible to her.
It was simply that this junior was unusual—just like the unique, rule-breaking person she herself had once been.
Once she learned that the lending contract only required her to pay some costs to lend out magic—and that it could even provide a long-distance communication tool—she agreed without hesitation.
While signing the lending terms with her, Harry suddenly realized he still didn't know her name.
"Senior," he asked, "what's your name?"
Her voice carried a faint haze. She thought for a long moment before answering slowly.
"A hundred years… sleeping the whole time… I think I lost some memories. I almost forgot my own name…
I remember. I'm called…
Violet Gryffindor."
…
Several hours later, under her guidance, Harry had grasped the basic foundations of ancient magic—he could even cast some of the most basic ancient spells.
After that, he returned through the magic pool, teleporting back to Hogwarts to find Dumbledore and the other professors.
When he reached the Headmaster's office and explained everything that had happened, Dumbledore stared at him in shock, speechless for a long moment.
Honestly… your pace is absurd.
The students hadn't even fully processed the Basilisk terror yet, and Harry had already found the mastermind—and even unearthed a mysterious senior from a century ago.
After hearing that Violet was alive, Dumbledore's face turned nostalgic. He froze for a few seconds, like he'd fallen into old memories.
Harry, seeing that, teased, "What is it, Headmaster? Don't tell me Senior Violette used to be your idol. You look completely dazed."
To Harry's surprise, Dumbledore didn't deny it. He nodded, expression full of wistful confirmation.
"Yes. Senior Violet truly was my idol."
Then he looked at Harry and smiled gently.
"Back then, Senior Violet transferred in during her fifth year. After that, she did one great thing after another—so much so that the wizarding world called her the White-Haired Witch.
In those days, she was exactly like you are now: the idol of every student in Hogwarts. I was no exception.
But what I regret is… after I enrolled, only a year later, she graduated. Then she gradually vanished and disappeared from the wizarding world.
I never expected she was still alive—and still young.
But I suppose… for a wizard as powerful as her, long life is only natural."
…
After saying goodbye to Dumbledore, Harry finally returned to his dorm and fell asleep as the sky began to pale.
Tomorrow was Saturday.
He could sleep in.
When Harry opened his eyes again, he saw a flood of unread messages on the interface panel, all from the Chat Group.
Audrey and Nami had been chatting through the group, exchanging information about their worlds, both full of longing.
Nami: I really wish I could go to your world! Ahhh, I want to experience noble life so badly!
Audrey: I envy you too. I want to sail the seas, see those mysterious Devil Fruits, and meet all sorts of different races!
Nami: Then we'll have to rely on Harry. He's amazing—maybe one day he can help us travel to other worlds!
Harry shook his head, amused. He still couldn't travel to other worlds yet, let alone bring others with him.
He had no idea how long it would take to perfect the Chat Group so other people could enter other worlds too.
Then Harry typed with his mind and sent a simple message.
Good morning.
The moment Audrey and Nami saw it, they got excited.
Nami: Morning! So it's morning in your world now?
Audrey: Good morning, Harry. I hope you have a lovely day.
Harry: That's right, it's morning for me now. Audrey, I hope you have a lovely day too.
Audrey: Harry, I've noticed the Chat Group has been staying active. Did you find a solution for the energy supply?
Harry: Yes. We won't have to worry about power for a long time.
Nami: Harry, don't you think our Chat Group is kind of… too plain right now?
Harry raised an eyebrow.
She wasn't wrong. The group was still too small.
After thinking for a moment, Harry immediately left the Gryffindor common room and headed for the Room of Requirement.
He was going to recruit a new member.
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