The Little Superman of Hogwarts

The old man was extremely aged, but his spirit was vigorous. Klee sensed a powerful and unmatched magic. This should be the legendary alchemist, Nicolas Flamel.

"Are you Mr. Nicolas Flamel?" Klee spoke not in English, but in French, with an authentic Parisian accent. For Klee, who possessed a superhuman memory, the "Universal Elvish Language" of other planets only took a week to learn, and French was even easier. Before receiving his Hogwarts acceptance letter, Klee had already learned nine languages, including English, French, German, Italian, Russian, Japanese, Portuguese, Spanish, and Latin.

"Yes, I am. It's a pleasure to meet you!" Nicolas Flamel was also pleased that Klee used French to converse.

"The pleasure is all mine!" Klee responded, then pulled Hermione forward and introduced her, "This is Miss Hermione Granger!"

"It's a pleasure to meet you!" Hermione didn't understand French, so she spoke in English.

"I thought we would need to go to the office, but since you know French, Klee, perhaps we should just speak in French here!" Dumbledore also spoke fluent French.

"I remember you said a few months ago that you needed to find an excellent alchemist. Now, I've brought you one!" Dumbledore explained.

"I think your arrival is perfectly timed!" Klee took out the [Magic Meter] from his pocket and handed it to Nicolas Flamel.

The latter showed a surprised expression after receiving the magic meter: "Is this a measuring tool?"

"Magic has varying strengths, so I wanted to use something more intuitive to detect magic. I defined Headmaster Dumbledore's magic as one unit, called a [Dumbledore], and then divided it into ten thousand parts..." Klee slowly explained his system of magic units [Ka] [Dumbledore] and combat coefficient [Hermione] to Nicolas Flamel.

There was a small interlude when Klee introduced the [Hermione] unit, using English. Hermione was bewildered by this, as Klee had never explained it to her in detail before. She didn't know that the so-called combat coefficient referred to her name.

"Just like I introduced earlier, this magic meter was successfully created by my alchemist friend, Collins. However, it has significant flaws: the structure is very complex, it uses extremely precious dragon hide and dragon blood, and the magic power is prone to fluctuations, making the measurements inaccurate," Klee continued to explain.

Then, Nicolas Flamel carefully observed the magic meter and used it once—12712 Ka! This alchemist was indeed a powerful wizard.

"It's too expensive!" Nicolas Flamel immediately pointed out the key issue.

"That's right! That's my main purpose. If possible, I hope you can improve it to make it cheap enough to be used in teaching... Currently, the price of each magic meter, like the one in your hand, is at least 5,000 Galleons, and if we were to sell it, its price would be at least 10,000 Galleons or more."

Ten thousand Galleons? At least one would be needed for each grade, so buying them would bankrupt the entire magic school in the magical world.

Nicolas Flamel handed the magic meter back to Klee and said, "I understand. I will give you a reply within three months."

Nicolas straightened his hands and said, "Now, let's talk about the Savior. Frankly, before I met you, I didn't believe what Albus said, until I saw you just now and felt the powerful magic and—physical strength—on your body!"

"Your body is as strong as a super dragon!" Nicolas said, "So I immediately believed it. I believe you must be related to the Savior, even if you are not the Savior in the prophecy, you must be related to the Savior!"

"Moreover... your middle name is 'Gellert'!" Nicolas suddenly changed the subject.

What does my middle name, Gellert, have to do with the Savior?

Dumbledore gently explained, "Gellert, from German, means 'spear.' More precisely, its true root comes from ancient Greek, representing the spear that can kill gods!"

That's freaking Longinus!

Klee's heart skipped a beat. In the Abrahamic religious system, this refers to the weapon that can kill gods. According to legend, Jesus died from the Spear of Longinus!

"One hundred and fifty years ago, a prophet used his life to leave a prophecy..." Dumbledore changed to another language: "The Godslayer will help us overcome the final disaster!"

Dumbledore came quickly, but left even faster. He quietly took Nicolas Flamel away, leaving no trace.

Klee's mind felt empty, without any sense of grounding.

"Savior?" Klee murmured to himself, "The magic tide is a natural phenomenon. How could it be changed by an ordinary being like me? Even if I have Superman blood, no matter how strong I am, can I stop earthquakes and fight volcanic eruptions?"

"Hey, Klee, what were you guys talking about just now?" Hermione, who didn't understand French, asked anxiously.

"They just came to see me, to see how I, an ordinary Savior, am going to save the world!" Klee replied, pretending to be relaxed.

Klee picked up a pen and wrote on the paper, "There are too many people here, I'll tell you the details when I have a chance."

Hermione finally stopped asking when she saw these words. The two of them studied together all day again until the library closed.

After Klee sent Hermione back to the girls' dormitory, he didn't immediately return to the boys' dormitory.

He quietly ran to Professor McGonagall's office and stayed there for half an hour before coming out.

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After Hermione returned to the girls' dormitory, she covered herself with her quilt and took out Ravenclaw's diadem. Klee might have been too busy and forgot to ask for Voldemort's Horcrux back.

"I want you to teach me carefully, that ritual magic, the magic pattern of the final casting step! I'm almost ready with the materials!" Hermione said to the diadem.

Voldemort turned into a spot of light, drawing some lines in the air, while Hermione accurately drew the angles and colors of these lines on the parchment.

At the top of the parchment was written the official name of the ritual magic: [Queen and Princess].

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That night, as the night deepened, a figure suddenly slipped out of the Gryffindor common room.

He quietly bypassed some of the mechanisms and traps hanging on the wall.

The night was dark, and this figure quietly entered the Slytherin dormitory!