Chapter 1: Ron's Rebirth, Awakening of Intuition
1991, Devon, England.
Outside the village of Ottery St Catchpole.
Ribbon-like moonlight poured down like flowing water, illuminating a crooked The Burrow.
The exterior of The Burrow did not conform to the usual aesthetic of Wizards; it was six stories high, built crookedly, as if constructed by magic. There were four or five chimneys on the red roof, giving it an ancient and mysterious feel.
And in this The Burrow lived the Wizard family—the Weasleys.
On the sixth floor of The Burrow, a young man with flame-red hair and a face full of freckles lay on the floor, his blue eyes now filled with panic.
Ron's consciousness gradually cleared, and he suddenly found himself in an unfamiliar room.
The room was covered with posters featuring bright orange icons, making the entire room appear dazzling orange-yellow.
"Why does this icon look somewhat familiar... Wait, isn't this the Chudley Cannons' team emblem?"
"Did I transmigrate?"
Ron's heart was filled with emotion.
He was originally a martial arts hall owner, and also a devoted novel enthusiast.
However, he unexpectedly fainted while reading "Harry Potter" and arrived here.
During the process from dizziness to waking up, Ron slowly integrated all his memories. He had actually transmigrated into Ron Weasley, who shared his name.
Ron Weasley was a good friend of Harry Potter and Hermione Granger, and would also be Hermione's husband in the future.
Although he was one of the members of the "Golden Trio," his aura was far less dazzling than the other two, appearing somewhat mediocre...
However, after graduating from Hogwarts, he lived a carefree and free life.
Ron became the Deputy Head of the Ministry of Magic's Auror Office and ran a joke shop with his brother George. He also had two children with Hermione.
And tonight was the eve of Hogwarts' opening day.
After integrating his memories, Ron took a deep breath, trying to calm his agitated emotions.
He knew that since he had transmigrated into this world, he had to adapt to life here.
Although he used to be a martial arts hall owner, proficient in martial arts.
But in this world full of magic and miracles, he had to start anew.
And in the future, he would have to go through one thrilling duel after another, and even fight Lord Voldemort in the end.
Lord Voldemort did not just have one life; his Death Eater followers would try every means to resurrect him.
If nothing unexpected happened, in the first year of his enrollment, Lord Voldemort would come to steal the Philosopher's Stone.
Not to mention all the complex magic waiting for him to learn...
As well as a series of Potions, Herbology, Dark Arts, Transfiguration...
Thinking of this, Ron felt a headache and was filled with anxiety.
["Detecting your rebirth and transmigration, and recovery of past life memories, blessed by the will of Heaven, you possess Heaven-Defying Comprehension"]
The stream of information in his mind made Ron pause.
"This is... a golden finger?"
Coming back to his senses, Ron was overjoyed!
The previous anxiety was swept away by the arrival of the golden finger!
Before transmigrating, Ron had read many novels, so he naturally knew about the golden finger that transmigrators must have.
Aside from anything else, activating the golden finger would at least ensure his survival in this unknown world of magic!
With the blessing of the golden finger, wouldn't it be easy to eliminate Lord Voldemort in the future?
He just didn't know what this Heaven-Defying Comprehension could do?
Ron slowly stood up and gently brushed the dust off himself.
He wanted to see what the surrounding environment was like.
He walked to the window and looked up at the dazzling and brilliant starry sky.
In the night sky, stars twinkled like countless brilliant diamonds embedded in the curtain of night.
Just then, the voice from before echoed in his mind:
["You have Heaven-Defying Comprehension. By contemplating the starry sky, you comprehend Nebula Swordplay."]
Ron's heart trembled. It seemed Heaven had not tricked him after all.
He then closed his eyes, comprehending the Nebula Swordplay he had just heard.
Then he immersed himself wholeheartedly in this starry sky.
His consciousness seemed to transcend the boundaries of time and space, merging with the twinkling stars.
He felt the faint energy emanating from the stars. These energies gathered, merged, and transformed in his consciousness, finally condensing into an invisible and intangible sword qi.
This sword qi was as vast and boundless as a nebula, containing endless power.
Ron could feel its resonance with the depths of his soul, as if the power deep within his soul had been awakened.
Ron slowly opened his eyes, blue light flickering within them.
Just then, Ron's gaze fell on the old, somewhat worn Wand by his hand.
He took a deep breath and, treating the Wand like a sword, gently swung it.
As he swung, a huge blue energy began to gather around the magic wand, shining as brightly as the brightest star in the night sky.
Then, the starlight shattered the glass window and half the wall in front of him, transforming into a streak of light and flying towards the distant starry sky.
With the release of this immense energy, the entire house trembled slightly.
The ceiling shook from the sound, and dust fell down in a flurry.
A small mouse huddled in the corner, trembling and squeaking.
However, Ron seemed unaffected.
He stood by the window, his gaze deep as he watched the starry sky.
He gripped the magic wand in his hand, a joyful smile on his face.
He was pleasantly surprised to find that the blue starlight he had just released did not use a single bit of magic from his body; it achieved such astonishing results purely by relying on his physical strength.
He could even use it without external objects, seemingly just with a sword finger...
"I didn't expect this Nebula Swordplay to have such great power..."
Just as Ron was immersed in joy and self-satisfaction, a sharp bang suddenly came from downstairs.
"Ron! What are you up to now!? Did you mess with your brothers' things again?!"
As she spoke, there was a rapid sound of footsteps on the stairs.
Soon, a woman of medium build appeared at Ron's bedroom door. She had thick brown hair, and her face was filled with anger and worry.
It was Ron's mother, Molly Weasley.
As soon as she entered, she continued to scold, "How come you're also getting mischievous like your brothers now? Tomorrow is the start of Hogwarts, and you're still not sleeping?!"
Ron knew the truth but did not explain the real reason to his mother.
After Ron apologized repeatedly, Molly's expression softened slightly.
Then she picked up her Wand.
"Reparo!"
After a while, the wall and window were restored to their original state.
Molly urged her son to go to sleep quickly, then went downstairs.
Ron watched the restoration process unfold before his eyes.
["You have Heaven-Defying Comprehension. By contemplating the Reparo spell, you comprehend an upgraded version of the spell."]
Ron pondered for a moment and discovered flaws in his mother's spellcasting.
For example, the incantation time was too long, the restoration process was too slow, and so on.
His upgraded version would not require verbal chanting. He could simply cast it silently to restore things to their original state.
However, he still needed to practice it.
Ron sorted out his thoughts.
Then he lay on the bed, thinking about his upcoming enrollment tomorrow.
He then fell asleep with anticipation.
Chapter 2: Awakening the Innate Dao Body
In anticipation of the new school year, Ron gradually fell into a dream.
His dream unfolded like a series of magnificent paintings under the endless night sky.
He found himself seated on a stone platform atop a towering mountain, surrounded by swirling mist, with a gentle breeze blowing, like a fairy land.
At this moment, his mind achieved an unprecedented tranquility and relaxation, as if the entire world had come to a standstill.
At this moment, he seemed to merge with the entire world, feeling the infinite beauty of life.
Just then, a lazy and mysterious voice came from his ear:
"Who is the first to awaken from the Great Dream? I know myself in this life."
These words flashed through Ron's mind like a bolt of lightning, bringing him to a sudden realization.
In a trance, he dreamed he had turned into a butterfly, frolicking and dancing among the flowers.
Then, he transformed into a giant Kunpeng, soaring through the vast sea of clouds.
He felt the majestic aura and boundless power of the giant Kun, as if he could overturn rivers and seas and dominate everything.
Just then, Ron suddenly felt a warm current surge from his Dantian, like gurgling spring water, continuously flowing throughout his body.
This power, as if alive, instantly spread to every corner of his body, bringing him an unprecedented feeling of exhilaration.
At the same time, he felt the external magic begin to pour into his body like delicate threads.
After entering his body, this magic surprisingly transformed into an even more refined spiritual energy, merging with his internal power, greatly enhancing his abilities in a short period.
["Your comprehension is heaven-defying; through breathing in your dream, you have learned the The Great Dream Breathing Technique. You can cultivate simply by sleeping and going AFK."]
["Your comprehension is heaven-defying; through visualization, you have awakened the Innate Dao Body. You can freely convert absorbed magic into spiritual energy."]
These two sentences, like thunder, instantly woke Ron from his deep sleep.
His soul was deeply shaken, beyond words to describe.
He widened his eyes, staring blankly ahead.
In the original book of Harry Potter, Ron once summarized an equation for magic.
He knew that internal magic strength was determined by breadth (number of spells known), depth (talent, experience, and practice), and Sanity (emotions).
Total magic strength was a comprehensive reflection of internal magic strength and equipment level.
Spell difficulty ranged from 0th to 9th rank, with legendary magic and super-tier magic above that!
However, at this moment, he found that he could increase his magic simply by sleeping.
And that wasn't even the most shocking thing.
What was even more unbelievable was that, because of his Innate Dao Body, he could convert absorbed magic into even purer spiritual energy!
This transformation was simply a fantasy for Ron!
He had never heard of anyone being able to increase their magic so easily, let alone convert magic into spiritual energy.
Spiritual energy allows one to use some spells and techniques without a magic Wand!
Ron's heart was filled with intense shock and excitement.
This made him begin to doubt his own understanding. It seemed he was about to embark on another path of cultivation.
And the achievements brought by this path would surpass all Wizards in history!
Would the end of this path be godhood...?
["Your comprehension is heaven-defying; you have comprehended spiritual energy, unlocked the attribute panel, and can use it to judge your own and others' attributes."]
Name: Ron Weasley
Race: Human
Level: 1st Rank Qi Cultivator / LV5 Wizard
Talent: Heaven-Defying Comprehension
Bloodline: Innate Dao Body, Weasley Hidden Bloodline (unlocked)
Divine Abilities:
5th Rank: Nebula Swordplay; 9th Rank: The Great Dream Breathing Technique
As expected of Heaven-Defying Comprehension, just by coming into contact with spiritual energy, he easily unlocked the panel.
According to the panel settings, his ability as a 1st Rank Qi Cultivator was equivalent to a fifth-level Wizard...
His other attribute points should be considered very high compared to ordinary Wizards.
However, he still didn't know what this Hidden Bloodline was.
He unhesitatingly threw off the blanket, lightly jumped out of bed, ready to greet the new day.
The morning sun streamed through the window, shining on Ron's face.
His red hair glowed in the sunlight, exceptionally charming.
Ron looked at the luggage that his mother, Molly, had already packed, feeling a bit emotional.
Molly Weasley was a Witch with a strong sense of justice in the original book, and also a member of the Order of the Phoenix.
More importantly, she was also a gentle and compassionate mother.
Although the Weasley Family had always been poor.
But Molly not only provided material satisfaction to her children but also emotional support and companionship.
His elder brothers, the Weasley Twins, also had very good personalities, apart from their love for pranks.
His elder brother Fred had a humorous and funny personality, but unfortunately, during the Battle of Hogwarts, he was killed by a huge explosion caused by a group of Death Eaters, at the age of 20 (he was even laughing before he sacrificed himself)...
His elder brother George later lost his left ear while escorting Harry...
As a loyal fan of the original work.
Ron swore he would never let his family repeat the heartbreaking tragedies of the original work in the future.
The most urgent task at hand was to enter Hogwarts, the temple of the magic world, to deeply study rich magic knowledge, and continuously improve his strength.
Only with sufficient strength could he eliminate potential safety hazards.
Being cautious and meticulous in planning would never be too much.
It wouldn't be too much to recruit some Hogwarts students like Harry and Malfoy as his subordinates along the way!
They would become important combat forces for him in the future.
In the future, he would use his Heaven-Defying Comprehension to research Potions, Herbology, and so on...
And eliminating Lord Voldemort and saving his family was just the first step.
Clearing his thoughts, Ron exhaled.
He quickly got dressed, opened his door, and lightly went down the stairs to the living room.
After greeting his mother, his brothers, and his sister Ginny, Ron sat down at the dining table.
His sister Ginny, compared to the original work, was even more beautiful and cute. She had the Weasley Family's distinctive auburn hair and inherited her mother Molly's brown eyes.
As Harry's future brother-in-law, Ron knew he would have to give him a good talking-to after he started school, to make him cherish his friendship with Ginny even more.
After the family finished breakfast.
At this moment, his mother Molly's voice echoed through the house:
"Children, it's nine o'clock already, and the train to Hogwarts will be departing soon. Quickly pack your luggage, we can leave now."
As Molly's words fell, the atmosphere in the Weasley house instantly became lively.
Soon, the Weasley Family got into the flying car, which soared into the sky like a giant bird, piercing through the clouds, flying towards King's Cross Station.
The scenery outside the window flashed by, and Ron's heart rate accelerated with it, his heart filled with anticipation for the future.
When the flying car landed steadily at the entrance of King's Cross Station, Ron was the first to jump out, looking around at the familiar yet unfamiliar surroundings.
He knew that from this moment on, his life was officially beginning.
He would experience countless adventures and challenges on the Hogwarts campus, writing his own magic legend.
Chapter 3: The Journey to Hogwarts Shocks Harry
The Weasley Family arrived at King's Cross Station promptly at half-past ten.
The station was bustling with people coming and going, but Ron had no mind to pay attention to the surrounding noise.
Books, Bill's old robes, Charlie's old wand, Percy's rat Scabbers, Chocolate Frog cards, Wizard Chess...
Looking at the luggage and the leftover magic items used by his family, Ron felt a bit helpless.
It seemed he really had to find a way to earn more Galleons; everything was old, even if they were gifts from his family.
Oh right, there was also that useless rat, Scabbers.
Scabbers, or perhaps he should be called Peter Pettigrew, a subordinate of Lord Voldemort.
However, he was nothing in front of his current self.
If conditions allowed, he even wanted to get a storage pouch for himself.
After all, since he already possessed such powerful talent, his future life could no longer be so shabby.
"Come quickly, Platform 9 and 3/4 is here."
His mother Molly's voice interrupted Ron's thoughts.
She held Ginny's hand, stood by the platform, and smiled, signaling everyone to follow.
This platform was located at the third pillar between Platform Nine and Platform Ten, undetectable to Muggles.
But for Wizarding families, this was the secret passage leading to Hogwarts.
"Percy, you go first."
Molly said to his third brother Percy.
Percy nodded, took a deep breath, and then passed through the pillar without hesitation.
His body instantly vanished the moment he passed through the pillar.
Immediately after, the Weasley Twins also quickly passed through the pillar.
"Excuse me, could you please tell me how to get to..."
Ron was gazing at the platform when a voice suddenly sounded in his ear.
He turned his head, and his gaze fell upon a young boy.
The boy was wearing a blue plaid shirt and had a delicate appearance.
His black hair was slightly curly, he wore round glasses, and his eyes showed a hint of curiosity and nervousness.
Ron scrutinized him and suddenly realized—wasn't this Harry Potter?
Looking at Harry's shy expression.
Then, Ron suddenly thought of something.
Because of some tragic experiences in his childhood, Harry had always been unhappy.
Although his personality was stable, if he remained depressed, how could he fight Lord Voldemort?
It seemed he needed to think of a clever method.
There was no helping it; after all, the Weasley Family loved playing pranks so much.
A mischievous smile appeared on Ron's face.
He seized the opportunity, moved behind Harry, and gave Harry a hard shove from the back.
Harry didn't react at all, and panic showed on his face.
He was then slammed heavily into the pillar and vanished before their eyes amidst the surprised cries of the onlookers.
Ron let out a hearty laugh.
Little brother Harry, you are still too green; you need to learn more from your Brother Ron.
Before Molly could open her mouth, Ron also quickly rushed toward the pillar.
In the blink of an eye, the scene before him was completely transformed.
When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a completely different environment.
The surrounding scenery seemed to have regressed a hundred years, and the air was filled with the smell of steam and coal smoke.
He looked up and saw a huge red train parked nearby, steam puffing from the engine's chimney with a whooshing sound.
"Hogwarts Express" was clearly written on the front of the engine.
Looking at Harry, who was still stunned beside him, Ron smiled, walked over to him, and patted his shoulder.
"Sweating, aren't you, little brother Harry.
This is the Wizarding World, what do you think?"
Harry recovered from his shock, feeling a suffocating sensation as if he were wrapped by a python.
"How did you know my name was Harry?
You could have just told me properly!"
Harry complained.
"Haha, my name is Ron Weasley, and from now on, you're my little brother.
There's a lot you don't know about the Wizarding World yet.
Hurry and get on the train with me; it's about to leave."
Ron laughed loudly and pushed Harry onto the train.
They settled their luggage and then sat in a window seat.
Immediately after, the train slowly started moving, emitting a low, powerful rumble, slowly pulling away from the platform and heading toward Hogwarts.
Inside the carriage, as the train rattled, Ron felt helpless watching the uneasy Harry across from him.
Why was this kid still so shy?
He stared into Harry's eyes and proactively asked, "The scar on your head..."
Harry showed a helpless smile.
He skillfully brushed aside the black hair on his forehead, revealing the lightning-bolt-shaped scar.
Ron looked at the scar and said softly, "Lord Voldemort did this?"
His tone did not carry much fear or apprehension; instead, it held a sense of composure.
Harry couldn't help but feel shocked.
He hadn't expected the person who kept saying he would take him as a little brother could even say the words Lord Voldemort?
He knew that for many people, the name Lord Voldemort was terrifying.
Even the Giant Hagrid, and most of the Wizards he had met, seemed hesitant and uneasy when mentioning that name.
They would only say You-Know-Who, or sometimes couldn't even utter those few words.
Yet, this red-haired boy in front of him could say the name so easily, as if it were just an ordinary word.
Harry grew increasingly curious about Ron's background and abilities, and the unpleasantness from the station earlier was completely swept away.
Ron clearly saw the shock in Harry's eyes, tapped his finger on the table, leaned back in his chair, and chuckled:
"So what about Lord Voldemort?
He is merely a Dark Lord.
He also has a grudge against me, but for now, he is nothing to worry about."
He then paused, a pale blue light flashed in his eyes, causing the entire carriage to tremble violently.
"Kid, if you don't believe me, you can properly witness my strength after school starts."
Harry looked at the blue light, and his heart was also moved by Ron's words.
Ron clearly also had enmity with Lord Voldemort, so why could he speak such words so easily?
If Hagrid, or Headmaster Dumbledore, or even the entire Wizarding World knew this statement, they would probably be too shocked to speak.
Regardless, at least he currently did not have the courage to speak such grand words.
Moreover, judging by his ability, he seemed quite powerful.
If Ron could truly help him avenge his parents in the future, what would be wrong with being his little brother?
At the same time, Harry also deeply imprinted the goal of eliminating Lord Voldemort in his heart.
Ron understood the thoughts in Harry's heart, and he stopped tapping the table with his hand.
The violent trembling of the carriage also gradually ceased.
Harry's eyes narrowed again, stunned by Ron's strength.
He took a deep breath, and his voice was full of solemnity:
"Thank you, Ron.
I'm glad you said that.
Before, my cousin Dudley at my aunt's house was always mean to me.
From now on, you are my big brother, and I hope we can defeat Lord Voldemort."
Ron raised the corner of his mouth and smiled:
"It's nothing, little brother.
I told you I'd look out for you..."
Ron easily changed the subject and enthusiastically chatted with Harry about the various wonderful things in the Wizarding World.
They talked about the speed of flying broomsticks, the peculiar habits of magical creatures, and various breathtaking magic spells, filling the carriage with laughter.
Just then, Ron remembered that the Sorting Hat initially wanted Harry to join Slytherin in the book.
He wondered what would happen now due to his interference.
So he asked Harry:
"When entering Hogwarts, there is a Sorting Ceremony.
Gryffindor is the symbol of courage.
My entire family is in Gryffindor, and I also want to join Gryffindor.
Which house do you want to join?"
Harry responded with a smile:
"I will definitely join Gryffindor!"
Ron nodded.
Gryffindor, ah.
It is said that the Sorting Hat hides a gryffindor sword.
With it, his Nebula Swordplay could reach a higher level.
Chapter 4: Practice More
Ron chatted with Harry while flipping through his copy of 'Standard Book of Spells, Grade 1', gaining a clearer understanding of the magic system in this world.
To successfully cast a spell, one needs not only concentration but also the correct wand movement and precise incantation.
Failing to do so can result in a misfired spell and the risk of a spell backfiring.
Even the Dark Lord Grindelwald, without a wand in his hand, could only be helplessly killed by the younger Lord Voldemort.
But because of his Innate Dao Body, he didn't have so many restrictions.
So, a wand wasn't that useful to him; it just made him seem more sociable at this stage.
Besides, this was also one of his trump cards, and he couldn't let others know about it so easily.
["Your comprehension is heaven-defying. Upon reading 'Standard Book of Spells, Grade 1', you have mastered the world's magic system and all low-level magic, and have perceived significant flaws in this world's magic."]
Ron nodded. This was right; magic was completely insignificant compared to his spiritual energy.
Watching Ron read so intently, Harry felt both admiration and respect.
Ron was already so powerful, yet he was still studying diligently. He had to work harder to keep up with him.
Otherwise, how would he ever fight Lord Voldemort?
Just then, a food trolley passed by the compartment door.
Harry, being the rich kid, generously bought all the snacks and invited Ron to eat with him.
Ron thought to himself:
''Not bad, kid, you're on the right track! I'll have to go to Diagon Alley with him sometime to buy some magic tools.''
The table was piled high with all sorts of magical snacks, and Ron and Harry thoroughly enjoyed the delicacies of the magical world.
Harry held a packet of Chocolate Frogs, opened it, and found a card with Dumbledore's picture on it.
Ron couldn't help but open his own packet of Chocolate Frogs, curious to see what he would get.
However, as the card slowly slid out of the packaging, Ron was surprised to find that it depicted an even more legendary Archwizard—Merlin.
Just then, Ron suddenly felt a strange power surge from the card.
He felt his consciousness merge with Merlin's image, and a powerful force surged within his body.
["Your comprehension is heaven-defying. By viewing Merlin's portrait, you can use the card to briefly invite Merlin to possess you."]
Ron thought to himself:
''Oh my, isn't this like the Mask of the Gods? It's just that the medium has been transformed into a card.''
And he could even invite Merlin to possess him?!
Merlin was one of King Arthur's court members and was considered the most powerful Wizard of all time!
He was not only immensely powerful but also full of wisdom, capable of foreseeing the future and mastering Transfiguration.
Merlin was famous for helping King Arthur ascend to the throne and for his various deeds, serving as King Arthur's trusted friend and mentor.
Ron realized that if he could find a suitable mask as a medium in the future, wouldn't he become even more powerful!
Harry looked at Ron's suddenly dazed expression and asked curiously, "Ron, what's wrong?"
Ron snapped out of it, smiled, and shook his head:
"Nothing, I just had an epiphany looking at Merlin's portrait, and my strength has improved again."
Harry exclaimed:
"As expected of Ron! He can easily do things we can't!"
As the two chatted happily, a voice came from outside:
"Has anyone seen a toad? A boy named Neville has lost one."
A girl in a black Wizard's robe appeared at the doorway. Her long hair was slightly curly, appearing both playful and adorable.
Ron recognized her at a glance: wasn't this Hermione Granger?
Hermione was here too; this was the bond of their Hogwarts Golden Trio.
The only problem was that Hermione wasn't as docile and cute as she appeared; her temper was quite bad.
As a child from a Muggle family, Hermione had always strived to prove her worth.
She excelled academically, always being the good student in the teachers' eyes.
However, in the early days of entering the magic world, she developed an overbearing personality.
Because she didn't know the strength of others, she maintained her self-esteem through this method.
In the early parts of the book, there was always a subtle rift between Ron and Hermione.
Therefore, Ron decided to play a small prank on Hermione, taking this opportunity to humble her arrogance.
This way, their relationship could be more harmonious once they arrived at Hogwarts School.
Ron's mind raced, and he chuckled, "Of course I saw it, isn't it right on your head?"
Before he finished speaking, Ron quickly drew his wand, gave a gentle flick, and uttered a spell.
This was an extended spell of 'Serpensortia', which Ron, with his heaven-defying comprehension, naturally performed with ease.
The air instantly filled with a strange magical aura.
Immediately after, a toad appeared out of thin air on Hermione's head, startling her into a loud scream.
The slimy toad jumped once on Hermione's head, then quickly leaped off, landing on a nearby table.
Hermione's face instantly flushed red. She put her hands on her hips, fuming, and sat opposite Ron, angered by the sudden prank.
Harry watched the scene, covering his mouth to stifle a laugh, silently admiring the clever prank and Ron's extraordinary spell.
Seeing the smile still on Ron's face, Hermione felt even more indignant.
She widened her eyes, her voice filled with displeasure and challenge:
"My name is Hermione Granger. What's your name? Do you think your spell is so clever? I can do it too!"
With that, Hermione quickly drew her own wand, preparing to replicate the spell Ron had just used.
However, she tried many times but couldn't succeed.
Hermione's brows furrowed, and she couldn't help but feel a little frustrated.
She clearly remembered Ron's movements and incantation were very simple, so why couldn't she do it?
Then she began to wonder if there was something wrong with her wand, or if her magic skills weren't proficient enough?
No, that was absolutely impossible. How could she lose to this silly boy?
But why couldn't she do it after trying so many times?
It was clearly just a simple summoning spell!
Damn it! This red-haired jerk! (Clenches fist extra hard)
Ron watched Hermione's anxious expression and easily guessed her inner thoughts.
Kids, after all, are bound to be arrogant.
This spell was indeed a bit difficult for her, like an Olympiad problem in mathematics.
Even for some experienced Wizards, it would be hard to imitate successfully right away.
Then, Ron raised his hands to his mouth:
"If you're bad, practice more! If you can't lose, don't play! The past is the past, and now is now! You can't compare your experiences in the Muggle world to the magic world."
Tears were still welling up in Hermione's eyes, and Ron then walked over to Hermione:
"You can call me Ron Weasley. Want to learn? I'll teach you."
Hermione remained silent, clearly still sulking, yet her eyes were full of curiosity.
Seeing this, Ron picked up his wand and began to patiently teach her how to correctly cast the spell.
Harry also stood by, carefully observing Ron's teaching process.
You don't want to learn, but I do!
After Ron finished teaching, Hermione silently picked up her wand again and succeeded after two attempts.
Watching Hermione's joyful expression as she successfully cast the spell, Ron praised:
"Not bad, you're quite talented!"
Hermione, however, still stubbornly said, "That...was just a mistake."
In her heart, though, she grew increasingly curious about Ron's strength and background, hoping to learn more about him.
Ron understood that Hermione's emotional barrier was gradually breaking down; constantly suppressing her would only be counterproductive.
Then, Ron smiled and introduced Harry to Hermione.
Hermione also learned that he was Harry Potter, and the relationship among the three grew closer through their conversation.
The train slowly arrived at Hogwarts.
Ron braced himself, his anticipation for the gryffindor sword growing stronger.
Chapter 5: You Need Strength to Get Away
As the roar of the steam train gradually approached, in an ancient room within Hogwarts Castle, a figure lay sprawled on the ground, his face under a turban looking exceptionally pale.
His hands pressed tightly against the back of his head, as if trying to prevent some unspeakable power from surging forth.
His low voice was filled with despair:
"What's happening? I've foreseen my end... No! This can't be, this can't be..."
His eyes flickered with fear and confusion; in his premonition, he saw the point of no return for his destiny....
The scene shifted, and Ron and his companions, laughing and chatting, disembarked from the train and arrived at the platform.
Despite it being September, the Hogwarts platform was still enveloped in a cold atmosphere, and Harry shivered from the chill.
Just then, a tall figure suddenly appeared before everyone, causing a stir.
A man with a thick beard, holding a lamp, was seen. His build was burly, like a moving small hill.
His voice was rough and powerful, capable of cutting through the crowd's noise:
"First-year students! Come on, don't be shy, over here!"
This man was Hagrid, the Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts.
The small wizards curiously observed his huge body; some whispered, others' eyes widened.
Most of them had never seen such a tall Giant before and felt a little scared, but more so curious and excited.
However, in Ron's eyes, the three-meter height of this half-Giant seemed to be nothing special.
Looking at Hagrid's massive body, the new students obediently walked behind him, afraid of getting lost.
They passed through a steep and narrow path, surrounded by darkness, able to barely discern what was ahead by the faint light.
The rustling of leaves occasionally added to the eerie atmosphere.
Ron's arm suddenly felt a tug, and he turned his head to see that Hermione was tightly gripping his sleeve.
In the faint light, Hermione's face appeared somewhat pale, her eyes wide as she tried to adjust to the surrounding darkness.
Her fingers trembled slightly, revealing her inner nervousness and unease.
"What, are you afraid of the dark? You were so brave on the train just now," Ron turned his head, a slight smirk on his lips.
"No! I'm not! I'm just a little nervous," Hermione pouted, her brows slightly furrowed, and continued to insist:
"Ron, what if you secretly do something bad again? I have to watch you."
Even though she said that, her small hand still tightly gripped Ron's sleeve, as if only this could give her a sense of security.
Ron couldn't help but chuckle at Hermione's adorable appearance.
Ron raised his wand and softly chanted: "Lumos."
As his spell fell, the tip of the wand instantly burst into a bright light, like a dazzling star illuminating the darkness around them.
Seeing this light, a relieved smile appeared on Hermione's face.
And those small wizards who couldn't use magic also gathered around when they saw the light.
They followed Ron closely, as if in this unfamiliar environment, he had become their guide.
Harry looked at Ron's confident figure and couldn't help but exclaim, "My big brother is so amazing!"
After a narrow and winding path, a black lake suddenly appeared before them. The lake surface was smooth as a mirror, reflecting the starry night sky.
On the opposite bank, a majestic Castle stood on a high slope, grand and spectacular.
The lights from these windows intertwined with the starry sky, creating a dreamlike atmosphere that made one feel as if they were in a fairy tale world.
Even Ron gasped in admiration at such a fantastical scene.
When they reached the lake, they found a row of small wooden boats already waiting there silently.
"No more than four people per boat!" Hagrid pointed at the boats docked by the shore and boarded one by himself.
Ron was the first to get into a boat, followed by Hermione and Harry, who joined him in the same boat.
"Hey, I'm Pansy Parkinson, can you make some room for me?"
A sudden voice made Ron pause. He looked up to see a short-haired girl with a pretty but somewhat aloof face standing at the bow of the boat.
Pansy? In Ron's impression, she was one of Draco Malfoy's companions, and she had also followed behind him on the way.
The three made room, and Pansy sat next to Harry.
As everyone settled down, the small boats slowly glided across the calm lake, moving forward.
"You're Ron Weasley, aren't you? I saw you use Lumos just now, it was really good," Pansy broke the silence first.
Ron showed an awkward but polite smile. He nodded and simply thanked her.
The two then started an awkward conversation.
However, to Hermione, their conversation seemed exceptionally pleasant.
She watched Ron and Pansy talking, biting her teeth. She quietly reached out and pinched Ron hard on his waist.
Ron suddenly felt a sharp pain in his waist, and he couldn't help but wince.
This girl's heart is even darker than his own!
Harry was very confused about what happened between Ron and Hermione, but Ron just shook his head helplessly.
Hermione showed a triumphant smile.
"Round this bend, and you'll get your first sight of Hogwarts," Hagrid's voice suddenly rang out in the night, interrupting everyone's conversation.
The closer he got to Hogwarts, the more Ron felt the spiritual energy surging within his body. It seemed like this was indeed a good place for cultivation.
"Heads down!" Hagrid shouted again as the boat approached the cliff.
Hearing Hagrid's reminder, everyone quickly ducked their heads, afraid of hitting any obstacles.
The boats carried them slowly through the ivy curtain covering the face of the cliff, finally arriving at a hidden, open entrance.
Then, the new students realized that only Hagrid needed to duck his head.
They continued along a dark tunnel, seemingly arriving at the Castle's underground.
Finally, they arrived at a place similar to an underground dock, where Hagrid held up his lantern:
"Everyone out, and follow me closely."
The new students jumped out of the boats and stepped onto the winding and steep staircase.
Finally, after a long and tense climb, they quickly arrived at the door.
Hagrid raised his fist and knocked three times on the door.
The door opened, and Professor McGonagall, dressed in emerald green robes, stood at the entrance. Her dignified presence made the small wizards afraid to even breathe.
She briefly introduced the Sorting Ceremony and then entered the Great Hall.
At this moment, a person with light blonde hair, accompanied by two followers, stood before Ron and his companions.
He faced Harry and said arrogantly: "My name is Draco Malfoy. You must be Harry Potter."
Ron chuckled softly, and Draco looked at him with displeasure:
"Do you find that funny? Red hair, old robes? You must be from the Weasley Family?"
Seeing Ron being mocked, Hermione and Harry looked angrily at Draco.
However, Ron was unfazed and still looked at him disdainfully:
"Are you good at fighting? To get by, you need strength and a background. Do you really think your background is that strong? A Death Eater family dares to show off?"
Then, he gently patted his face twice:
"Draco, what are you pretending with me?"
Ron, having read the original book, naturally knew that Draco's later mistakes were not entirely his fault.
Deeply influenced by his family's bloodline theory, he wasn't truly evil; he just needed someone to guide him with the right ideas.
The key issue was that he was a Malfoy, which would lead to some tragedies in the future.
Ron wasn't one to preach; he just wanted to prevent tragedies from happening.
Draco grew even angrier after hearing Ron's words.
His already pale face flushed red, making him look even more sickly.
He snorted heavily and led his two followers into the Great Hall.
Ron still wore that cynical smile on his face; he understood that Draco's inner conflict needed to be slowly resolved.
Making him shatter his illusions about his family was just the first step.
In the future, he would also be a powerful helper to him.
Immediately, Ron beckoned Hermione and Harry into the Great Hall.
The Sorting Ceremony was about to begin.
Chapter 6 Sorting Ceremony
After Ron and Draco's argument, the small wizards entered the Great Hall.
Upon entering, their eyes were drawn to the four long tables in the center. These four tables clearly represented the four houses of Hogwarts, arranged neatly and solemnly.
They were Gryffindor, known for its bravery; Hufflepuff, known for its hard work; Ravenclaw, known for its wisdom; and Slytherin, known for its cunning.
Their representative animals were the lion, badger, eagle, and snake.
Even more astonishing was the starry ceiling above the Great Hall.
The starry ceiling resembled a real night sky inverted above them, densely packed with brilliant stars, shimmering with a dreamlike glow.
All the new students looked up.
Hermione whispered to Ron that she had read about it in a book.
Ron nodded.
He felt that he would have the opportunity to come here and truly experience it in the future.
He even had an urge to refine the entire starry ceiling.
What would people think if they discovered the stars were gone?
The Professor's table was at the far end of the Great Hall, with Dumbledore, who had a long white beard, seated at the head.
Beside him sat Severus Snape, with greasy black hair and a hooked nose.
Next to Snape was Quirrell, who taught Defense Against the Dark Arts.
Ron glanced at Quirrell, curious about his turban.
However, Quirrell didn't notice Ron's gaze; he only felt a slight pain in the back of his head, which was covered by the turban.
Yet, currently, only Ron knew that Lord Voldemort was lurking within Quirrell's body.
This secret made his desire to obtain the gryffindor sword even stronger.
Once he held this legendary sword, his path of cultivation would be smoother, and he would have an extra trump card.
And when Lord Voldemort discovered that he had obtained the sword, he would become even more eager to find the Philosopher's Stone that could grant him immortality.
The more eager he became, the more likely he was to expose himself, and the more likely Ron would succeed.
Eliminating Quirrell was not only to thwart Lord Voldemort's schemes but also to weaken his contingency plans left in the world.
Looking at the boisterous new students beside him, Ron sighed.
It seemed that knowing too much led to greater pressure and more worries!
After the new students lined up, Dumbledore spoke first:
"First-year students, please note that no student is allowed to enter the Forbidden Forest. That is the Forbidden Forest."
Fear appeared on the small wizards' faces, and they whispered among themselves, some even trembling with fright.
Ron thought to himself:
Now I have to go. How can I not go to such a good place to farm dungeons?
It was said that Unicorns, Thestrals, Acromantulas, and other magical creatures lurked in the Forbidden Forest.
If he could tame one, his travel speed would greatly increase, which would be fantastic!
After Dumbledore finished speaking, it was Professor McGonagall's turn.
She stood at the podium with a piece of parchment:
"Students whose names I call, please come forward. I will place the Sorting Hat on your head to determine your house."
Upon hearing Professor McGonagall's words, the new students, though nervous, could not hide their excitement.
On the stool in front of the Professor lay a tattered leather hat. This hat was weathered, ragged, dirty, and patched. There was a tear near the brim.
Then the Sorting Hat grinned and sang a song.
After the song, the new students all applauded, marveling at this magical item.
Ron saw the Sorting Hat and couldn't suppress his nervousness.
Others might not know, but Ron knew the origin of the Sorting Hat.
The Sorting Hat was initially just an ordinary hat belonging to Godric Gryffindor, one of the founders of Hogwarts.
Later, to ensure that new students could continue to be sorted into different houses after their deaths, Gryffindor took out his hat and, along with the other three founders, imbued it with thought.
So this hat was not just a magical item but also a magical creature.
However, that wasn't the most crucial point.
There was also a divine sword inside the hat, and this sword was Ron's first plan upon arriving at Hogwarts.
There was a connection between this precious sword and the Sorting Hat:
As long as a "true Gryffindor" needed it, the sword could be drawn from the Sorting Hat.
If it were an ordinary sword, Ron wouldn't have given it much thought.
But this sword had the ability to destroy Lord Voldemort's Horcruxes.
Horcruxes were items created by Dark Wizards to store fragments of their souls in order to achieve immortality.
This meant that even if Lord Voldemort had many Horcruxes, as long as they could be found later, they could be easily destroyed.
Destroying Horcruxes was just one advantage of this sword; its smith was also extraordinary.
It was a silver sword inlaid with rubies, forged by the Goblin King.
The Goblin King had many conflicts with Hogwarts in an attempt to reclaim this sword from Gryffindor.
However, he ultimately failed.
Therefore, the value of this sword goes without saying, perhaps even comparable to King Arthur's Sword in the Stone.
With the blessing of this sword,
both his own strength and his ability to deal with Lord Voldemort would be assured.
Perhaps he could even gain stronger magical skills from this sword through his heaven-defying comprehension.
As for what constitutes a "true Gryffindor"?
The fact that his own family members had all been Gryffindors already proved this point well; in terms of pure bloodline, he already met the criteria.
Moreover, Ron believed that no one in the school had a stronger determination to eliminate Lord Voldemort than himself, thus fulfilling the "need" aspect.
Even with these two assurances, Ron still felt a little uneasy.
After all, it was a relic left by the founder of Hogwarts!
If it were obtained so easily, could it still be called a divine artifact?
And the Sorting Hat also possessed the ability of Legilimency; what if it detected his true origins?
What if his background became known to those present?
Being sent to Azkaban would only be the lightest punishment...
Under the gaze of so many Wizards, he wouldn't be able to escape...
However, since things had come to this, thinking too much was useless. Ron was confident that he could gain the recognition of the Sorting Hat and this sword!
"Hannah Abbott!" Professor McGonagall's words interrupted Ron's thoughts.
A small girl rushed onto the stage.
She put on the Sorting Hat.
After a moment.
"Hufflepuff!"
A round of applause erupted from below, and Anna stepped down amidst the cheers.
"Hermione Granger."
Hermione first tugged on Ron's clothes, and Ron gave her a firm look.
Hermione then smiled faintly, exhaled, and came to the stage.
"Gryffindor!"
After hearing this, Hermione happily took her seat at the Gryffindor table.
"Draco Malfoy!"
Before the Sorting Hat was even placed on his head, it already shouted:
"Slytherin."
"..."
"Harry Potter!"
Harry walked forward and placed the Sorting Hat on the stage.
"Very brave, very intelligent... Hmm..." The Sorting Hat made a sound.
Harry silently chanted in his heart:
"It must be Gryffindor, it must be Gryffindor..."
The Sorting Hat pondered for a minute or two, and instead of giving a Slytherin answer, it directly shouted:
"Gryffindor!"
Harry stepped down amidst thunderous applause.
Ron breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that his influence on Harry had changed the Sorting Hat's perception.
This caused the Sorting Hat to only give the option of Gryffindor.
This also made Ron feel slightly relieved; it seemed his actions could change the historical trajectory of the book.
He would also have a way to deal with the Sorting Hat when it was his turn.
No matter what, he was determined to get this sword.
Chapter 7: Drawing the Sword Shocks Everyone
"Ron Weasley!"
It was Ron's turn to go on stage.
"Who's Ron?" someone whispered in the audience.
"Oh my god, how do you not even know Ron? He's Percy the Prefect's younger brother." Someone next to him answered.
"He was also the one who argued with Draco at the door earlier, truly brave, daring to offend even the House of Malfoy." The small wizards who spoke gave him a thumbs up.
"I think he's all talk. If he really fought with Lord Draco, this guy would be knocked flying with one punch." A Malfoy fangirl retorted.
"Exactly, exactly. He'll have it coming once school starts. Let's see how Draco targets him."
"He's just showing off now. Just the many magic subjects after school starts will be enough for him to study."
"Weasley Family? I think it's the poor family! Even their clothes are torn." Someone else sneered nearby.
Hermione saw so many people talking about Ron, her cheeks puffed out with anger. Just as she was about to go up and defend Ron, Harry pulled her back.
"Don't worry, Hermione, trust Ron." Harry winked at Hermione.
Professor McGonagall frowned, looking at the chattering crowd: "Quiet!"
Many people shut their mouths, but everyone was still full of curiosity about Ron.
His brother, Percy, looked at Ron with an expression of approval.
After all, the Weasley Family had always been at odds with the House of Malfoy, so letting off some steam was good.
However, Ron had already established a hostile relationship with Malfoy from the start, which made it difficult for him as a Prefect.
He would see if he could help him out later.
Malfoy, on the other hand, looked at Ron with a mocking gaze. He had actually dared to speak to this young master in such a tone before.
If he was sorted into Gryffindor, he would definitely not let him live comfortably.
Harry and Hermione watched his figure, anticipating the Sorting Hat's result.
They quietly cheered for Ron along with the Weasley Twins.
Amidst the crowd's commotion, Ron walked onto the stage unhurriedly, his expression unchanged.
Ron knew that at crucial moments, one must remain composed and unperturbed.
Whether he could obtain the divine sword depended on this one action.
After the Sorting Hat was placed on him, it let out an exclamation!
"Another Weasley! Tsk tsk! But you possess a talent I have never seen!"
["Your comprehension is extraordinary. You detected the Sorting Hat using Legilimency, learned the spell, and gained Occlumency."]
Ron exclaimed, this should be considered half successful!
Legilimency is the ability to study others' multi-layered thoughts through magic and then interpret them correctly.
And his Occlumency could counteract this control, and even use Legilimency to affect the Sorting Hatin return.
Upon hearing the Sorting Hat's words, everyone was stunned!
The small wizards looked at him enviously; after all, it was the Sorting Hat, how could its words be false?
The people who had been speaking ill of Ron earlier were also stunned.
Professor Dumbledore and Snape, who had only been focused on Harry, now looked at him, deep in thought.
They seemed to be pondering something inwardly.
Ron's appearance seemed to have shifted the trajectory of fate.
And Quirrell felt a crisis emanating from him that seemed even greater than Harry's!
Perhaps Harry wasn't the Chosen One, but he was?
No, no, my Dark Arts cannot be wrong, perhaps it's just my illusion.
But no matter what, it seems I need to quicken my pace in finding the Philosopher's Stone.
"You are very brave, possessing a stronger determination than others!"
The Sorting Hat continued.
"Somewhat strangely, I can't see into your deepest heart."
"However, I see the shadows of the four original founders in you…"
However, this sentence was spoken very softly, only Ron could hear it clearly.
But this sentence also entered Dumbledore's ears, and his expression changed.
As the strongest white Wizard, he naturally understood the weight of these words.
After all, Ron was the only one since the school's founding to be so highly praised by the Sorting Hat.
Even Tom Riddle, who was previously praised for having the most magic talent, was nothing more than this.
Perhaps I can no longer focus solely on Harry; the plan must change because of Ron.
Ron chuckled inwardly, 'Can a mere magic item peer into the depths of my consciousness? My Occlumency is not something ordinary people can see through.'
"Unlike your brothers, it seems every house suits you."
"Let me think carefully…"
Ten minutes passed quickly, and everyone waited anxiously for the result.
Sorting Hat dilemmas happened every year.
This referred to students whose sorting process exceeded five minutes because the Sorting Hatbelieved their personality traits were suitable for several different houses at Hogwarts.
But someone like Ron was rare, because the maximum was five minutes; how could anyone exceed ten minutes?
But the facts showed that the Sorting Hat's indecision actually represented Ron possessing all the excellent qualities of the four houses!
What an astonishing genius!
Ron was a little impatient. 'How can I let you keep thinking? How much longer will it take?'
"Gryffindor it is. I fit in there." Ron said.
The Sorting Hat murmured for a while; indeed, no one was more suitable for Gryffindor than him.
His courage and determination were unmatched by others.
Finally, making up its mind, it shouted: "Gryffindor!"
The hall erupted in applause even more enthusiastic than before!
Harry, Hermione, and Ron's brothers cheered wildly.
The senior students of Gryffindor were also happy to have a new junior with magic talent.
However, the matter was not over yet, as there was still something more important.
As soon as Ron took off the hat, he found that the Sorting Hat emitted a brilliant light.
The Sorting Hat grinned and laughed: "Ho ho ho, you are a 'true Gryffindor', you need this sword."
Could this be…
The Professors sitting in the front row all stood up, looking at this strange scene.
Dumbledore's calm expression also flashed a hint of surprise.
Was that legend of Hogwarts actually true?
Ron skillfully hid the surprise on his face, only showing confusion.
He carefully placed his hand on the brim of the hat and gently pulled upward.
A silver longsword inlaid with rubies was slowly drawn out.
The silver blade shimmered with a sharp, cold light!
The embellishment of red gemstones made the whole sword look even more magnificent and mysterious.
What a good sword!
Ron immediately felt the bond between the sword and himself, and his blue pupils also emitted a more enchanting blue light.
The spiritual power in his dantian also circulated more smoothly, and his aura became more profound.
It seems this sword can also help him cultivate. If he can refine it into his Natal Magical Artifact, then his strength can be further enhanced.
As the sword was drawn out, the atmosphere in the entire Great Hall became even more enthusiastic.
The Professors in their seats discussed animatedly, debating the sword and its ownership.
One Professor suggested: "Such a precious gryffindor sword should be kept by the school! In a student's hands, it would only trample on the sword's value!"
His suggestion was met with approval from the other Professors, and Quirrell quickly agreed after hearing it, a satisfied look on his face.
After all, Lord Voldemort had always hoped to turn this sword into his Horcrux, and he couldn't let this boy obtain it so easily.
However, Headmaster Dumbledore did not express an opinion after hearing it; he was still pondering something.
The small wizards below discussed even more fiercely after seeing this.
Those who had previously disdained Ron were now scared; he was actually so powerful!
After the ceremony ended, they would have to go and apologize properly.
Hermione, who was well-versed in Hogwarts history, naturally recognized the origin of this sword.
Hermione thought: "I didn't expect this bad guy Ron to be quite capable."
Harry also showed an excited expression; Ron's increase in strength also meant that their goals could be achieved sooner.
Draco's disdain for Ron slowly disappeared, but he still remained stubborn.
"Hmph! It's just a sword, this young master has plenty of good things at home."
At this moment, Dumbledore's words interrupted everyone's conversation, then he laughed loudly and applauded.
"Ron, you've done very well. Only those with the true qualities unique to Gryffindor can obtain this sword when needed."
"This shows that your conviction and courage, Ron, are unmatched by others. I believe this sword should belong to Ron!"
Dumbledore's words also ended the Professors' debate.
Below, Ron's name was shouted loudly, and this scene was also captured by a camera.
Ron now showed a satisfied smile.
He knew he had taken the first step towards success.
Chapter 8: Dinner in the Auditorium, Enlightenment of Supernatural Powers
"Ron Weasley!" The entire Great Hall cheered his name.
The Weasley Twins applauded wildly, whistling all the while.
Amidst the cheers, Ron walked off the stage with a smile, and the gryffindor sword transformed into a phantom, entering Ron's right hand.
"Excellent, as expected of a divine sword. This saves me the trouble of carrying it around," Ron thought.
Professor Quirrell watched all of this with a gloomy expression, completely out of sync with the joyful and pleasant atmosphere.
"Damn it! What went wrong? Lord Voldemort's plan seems to need to be moved up."
Ron sat down at the long table, and Harry and Hermione gathered around him, their faces also beaming with joy.
In contrast, Draco and his group had ashen faces, looking as if they were about to drip water.
The Ron they most looked down upon actually had such strong talent! How outrageous!
Ron reviewed the whole situation. In fact, the most important thing was getting Dumbledore's support.
From Ron's own perspective, Dumbledore cared most about whether Lord Voldemort could be completely eliminated, which was why he had treated Harry so well before.
But because of his own existence, it seemed that this timeline had changed.
If Dumbledore viewed him, Ron was just a small wizard with great magic talent, as it was only the first day of school.
Perhaps Dumbledore might also worry if Ron would become the next Dark Lord, but for now, it was only at the level of worry.
There would be some vigilance and suspicion, as the prophecy had always indicated that Harry was the savior.
Regardless of whether Dumbledore's attitude towards him was friendly, this incident showed that they were currently on the same side.
After all, the Sorting Hat would not lie.
This was already enough.
Next, if he could get Snape's support, it would be even better, but currently, he didn't know what Snape's mental state was.
It seemed that once classes officially started, he would need to test the attitudes of some Professors.
Having come to the magic world, Ron naturally didn't want to be at the mercy of others here. Eliminating Lord Voldemort was just one part of his plan.
How to make good use of his heaven-defying comprehension talent to improve his own strength was the most important thing.
"Ron, you did really well today!" A surprised voice rang out beside him.
Ron turned his head and saw that it was his third brother, Percy.
Percy, as Ron remembered him, was a serious, somewhat cold-hearted but warm-hearted person.
The fact that he spoke to Ron like this today showed that Ron had truly gained Percy's approval.
"However, after school starts, try to avoid conflicts with Draco as much as possible. After all, you know the relationship between our families," Percy reminded him, changing the subject.
Ron naturally understood Percy's concerns and replied, "It's fine, I know."
Percy patted Ron's shoulder, then turned to boast about his younger brother to others.
He's so contradictory, my tsundere brother, Ron thought helplessly.
As for Draco, as long as he didn't affect Ron, it was fine.
If Draco ultimately failed to change his behavior, Ron would not be soft-hearted.
Then the Weasley Twins also came up to Ron.
"Hey! Ron, you looked so cool when you drew the sword. Can you teach me that move?" Fred Weasleysaid, making a sword-drawing gesture.
George Weasley echoed him from the side.
Ron smiled, "Of course, no problem. Uh... but I think you two should get a sword first."
After hearing this, the two went aside to discuss where to get a sword.
Looking at the two, Ron felt a bit emotional.
One reason he wanted to eliminate Lord Voldemort was that he didn't want his brothers to suffer tragedies in the future.
Although he had just arrived in this world, logically speaking, he shouldn't have too many feelings.
But they were innocent.
If a tragedy were to happen later and shatter his Dao heart, it would be a huge loss, especially since he was following the orthodox immortal cultivation path.
While Ron was pondering, Dumbledore stood up to speak.
After the Sorting Ceremony, it was naturally the Principal's speech.
"Welcome everyone to Hogwarts! I hope you all have a wonderful school life."
Just like in his previous life, Ron would certainly listen attentively during such segments... How could that be?
Ron yawned boredly, looking forward to the next part.
Immediately after, Dumbledore waved his hand, and in an instant, the previously empty long tables were filled with delicious food.
Steamed lamb, steamed pig trotters, roast duck... Oh, no, wrong set. In short, there was a dazzling array of rich and delicious food, simply overwhelming.
The small wizards had never seen such a magical scene, and the atmosphere was instantly ignited. Everyone raised their cups to toast and celebrate.
Little Harry naturally ate like crazy. After all, he had suffered hunger while living at the Dursley's house before, and now he could finally feast.
Even Ron, as a modern person, was in a great mood seeing so much delicious food. Why not eat it?
"Ah! What is this!" Harry shrieked, throwing the food in his hand away.
A translucent ghost emerged from the food on the table.
"Hi, everyone, I'm Sir Nicholas," the ghost said with a smile, bowing politely.
"Wow, a ghost, that's interesting," Ron said, his face showing excitement. Maybe he could even learn a new magic spell or divine ability.
Then Ron raised his hand and gently touched the ghost.
["Your comprehension is heaven-defying. By touching a ghost, you learn the divine ability ""Soul Binding""]
[""Soul Binding"": Can manipulate souls and turn some of their abilities into your own use"]
Ron was delighted: Wow, I really did learn a new divine ability!
This ""Soul Binding"" is definitely a divine skill!
However, after checking his status panel, Ron was a bit disappointed.
With his current spiritual power, he could only control one soul. While he could control the souls in the Great Hall, they had no combat power.
So how could he maximize the cost-effectiveness of this divine ability? Ron pondered hard.
At this moment, a bold idea suddenly popped into Ron's mind. After repeatedly confirming it several times, even he himself was shocked by the idea.
The current known information was that Lord Voldemort's soul resided in Quirrell's body, and he had six other Horcruxes.
If he could control one of Lord Voldemort's souls, it would be equivalent to possessing one-seventh of Lord Voldemort's strength! And it could indirectly weaken Lord Voldemort's power.
Moreover, controlling Lord Voldemort's soul was not just about simply increasing his own strength; its symbolic meaning might far outweigh its practical significance!
In this magic world, who would dare to make the Dark Lord—Lord Voldemort—their subordinate?
The sensation it would cause would likely be more than just shocking the entire magic world.
If the Death Eaters knew this news, they might go insane.
If the people of Azkaban knew, they would definitely praise Ron for being truly playful.
This was simply too exaggerated!
Perhaps only Ron would dare to think such a thing.
However, even Lord Voldemort's soul was powerful; it was not something he could currently provoke.
Although he now possessed many divine abilities, he was still just a small First Stage Qi Refining cultivator.
He would need to wait for an opportunity to get close to Quirrell, understand the strength of his and Lord Voldemort's souls, before he could make the next decision.