"Today's actions were somewhat risky, but now it seems that everything was worth it."
After Scrimgeour, Tonks, and several Aurors had finished handling the scene and left, George lay on the comfortable bed in the Dark wizard's bedroom and couldn't help but sigh. Not to mention the savings accumulated by the old wizard at Gringotts over his lifetime, this potion shop and the magical herbs it contained alone were a considerable fortune. Perhaps these were nothing compared to the truly wealthy in the wizarding world, but for a young wizard, they were more than enough.
It's like an adult owning a million-dollar fortune. It might not be worth showing off, but if a kid who just entered junior high school has a million-dollar allowance, he can definitely outshine most of the students in the country. With such a large sum of money, many things will be easier to handle.
In fact, he thought about selling the potion shop and living in the Leaky Cauldron after inheriting the estate for safety reasons. But after thinking about it, he decided not to. Because he would definitely need such a private place in the future to study some magic that cannot be discovered. Moreover, this potion shop might have many uses in the future. It is easy to sell it, but it is difficult to buy it back.
"This child looks really thin. He needs to eat more to replenish his body."
George sat up and walked around the bedroom. Then he came to the mirror in the bedroom and took a good look at the body in this world. Since he woke up, he had been planning how to kill the old wizard in a reasonable way. He hadn't even taken a good look at this body.
With blond hair, blue eyes, a high nose bridge, and fairly good facial features, he looked quite presentable. It's just that due to long-term malnutrition and torture, the body was relatively thin. But this is not a big problem. He could recover with good care.
"Fortunately, I'm not that weak inside."
George bent his legs and jumped hard. He jumped to a height of more than three meters with ease and reached out to touch the ceiling. His leaping ability wasn't due to his wizardry; wizards' bodies were indeed different, possessing superior resistance to blows and recovery abilities. However, unless they possessed a special bloodline like Hagrid, their strength was no different from that of a normal Muggle.
George's uniqueness stemmed from the fact that his body possessed not only the mutant abilities of his Marvel counterparts but also their physical strength. In other words, his current strength was the combined power of eleven-year-old Dora's body and that of eighteen-year-old Artificial Mutant 757. While Artificial Mutant 757 didn't possess the physical enhancements of a beast or a wolverine, it still possessed the body of a normal eighteen-year-old adult. Furthermore, during these three months in the Marvel Universe, he'd trained not only in his abilities but also in physical fitness and close combat. His physical fitness was significantly stronger than that of a typical 18-year-old. To put this into context, if Dora's punch is 50 kilograms, and 757's is 200 kilograms, then both Dora and 757 now have strengths around 250 kilograms.
Of course, this is just a rough estimate; the exact strength will depend on actual measurements. For 757, an extra 50 kilograms isn't noticeable, but for Dora, an extra 200 kilograms is a significant change. This is especially true given Dora's current light weight of only 50 kilograms. Suddenly, gaining the full benefits of 757's body makes the difference even more pronounced, allowing her to leap three meters with a single bound. Its physical agility is comparable to that of cats.
"I'm considered a super kid among kids."
After a quick inspection, George began a thorough search of the old wizard's bedroom. He hoped to find any forbidden dark magic books or notes on dark magic research hidden by the old wizard, so he could learn some powerful dark magic in advance. However, he was disappointed. He didn't find any special magic books, just standard ones you could buy in a bookstore. Actually, considering the shops in Knockturn Alley were routinely inspected monthly, even if the old wizard had any, he wouldn't dare hide them openly in his home.
"Forget it, let this body rest for now. It's been a long day."
Finding nothing useful, George quickly washed up and lay down on the old wizard's luxurious bed, letting it fall asleep. Meanwhile, he turned his main attention back to the original Marvel.
Back at Marvel, it was already daytime, and time for the daily training. "It should be soon! I guess I need to hurry up and learn some useful spells!" After morning training, George ate his lunch expressionlessly, his eyes glancing outwardly at the mutant children gathered there.
Just now, as he passed by the hallway, he saw a nurse being berated by the supervisor. It seemed the nurse had prepared a cake specifically to celebrate a birthday for the mutant children, who had never had one before. If he remembered correctly, not long after this incident, the nurse had come to her senses and led the mutant children on a group escape.
Afternoon training continued as usual, and after his original body fell asleep that night, his mind once again drifted to the world of Harry Potter.
It was morning. He got up, cleaned up, and made himself a hearty breakfast. He then took out the Daily Prophet, which had been delivered to the door by an owl, and ate his breakfast while reading the newspaper the old wizard had paid for. The food at the experimental base was nutritious, but the taste was not to his liking. Meanwhile, when the dark wizard was still alive, Dora had struggled to even get enough to eat, let alone enjoy the food.
"Mr. Gilderoy Lockhart, an internationally renowned figure and author, recipient of the Order of Merlin, Third Class, Honorary Member of the Anti-Dark Arts League, and five-time recipient of the Witch Weekly Most Charming Smile Award, will be signing and selling copies of his autobiography, 'Magical Me,' at Flourish and Blotts Books from 12:30 PM to 4:30 PM on August 21st."
George couldn't help but sigh as he looked at the slouchy wizard in the forget-me-not blue robes in the Daily Prophet. "If only I had come a year earlier, I could have been in the same class as the Golden Trio, and perhaps even been assigned to the same house and dormitory."
Indeed, this was not 1991, but 1992, Harry Potter's second year at Hogwarts. He would have entered a year later than Harry Potter. Being with the three little ones has its pros and cons. The con is that it's easy to get caught up in a lot of events, which can affect his magic learning. The good thing is that he's aware of these events, and as long as he handles them well, there's basically no danger in the end, and he can even gain some extra benefits from them.
(End of this chapter)