[Super Invincible Scholar-God System (Locked)
Unlock Condition: Form basic self-discipline habits.
A good habit takes twenty-eight days to form (Current Progress: 2/28).
As a Scholar-God, excellent lifestyle habits are indispensable!
Build them from scratch.
Daily Tasks:
Jog 1 km, no less than 0.5 km in a single session (500/1000) – Incomplete;
Walk 2 km, no less than 0.5 km in a single session (1000/2000) – Incomplete;
100 squats, no less than 20 in a single set (100/100) – Complete;
100 push-ups, no less than 20 in a single set (60/100) – Incomplete;
Deep reading for 1 hour (37/50 minutes) – Incomplete;
Practice basic spells 10 times (2/10) – Incomplete;
Complete 1 valid competition (1/1) – Complete]
Staring at the system screen floating before him, Tris took a deep breath.
What kind of ridiculous “Scholar-God” system was this?
It was clearly an insufferable Tryhard System.
The system had appeared two days ago, right when he and Ron received their Hogwarts acceptance letters.
Tris had been quite excited when it first showed up.
But once he saw the unlock conditions, he wanted to throw up.
He was a wizard.
Why on earth did he need to do so much physical conditioning?
The training intensity might not look like much, but one had to remember that he was only an eleven-year-old child who had barely exercised over the past ten years…
Moreover, the “valid competition” task was a massive trap!
He had to win a game or match against two or more people, and the intensity of the competition had to reach a certain threshold.
Tris had gathered everyone to play cards specifically for this.
Because the competition had to be sufficiently intense, the system decreed that he had to win seven consecutive rounds of cards for it to count.
That was no easy feat, but fortunately, the system had granted him a starting reward when it first arrived.
[Memory Palace]
This skill allowed him to convert short-term memories into long-term memories, storing them like bricks in a mental palace.
He could recall them at any moment whenever needed.
Though it didn’t increase his cognitive speed, Tris still found it incredibly useful.
There were no advanced magical texts or scrolls at home, but Tris, driven by his deep-seated anxiety, had long since tried to teach himself magic.
This wasn’t too difficult; there were several old textbooks used by his older brothers, which were enough for self-study, even if the process was highly inefficient.
But the arrival of the Memory Palace skill changed everything.
His learning progress over the past two days exceeded what he had achieved in the previous month, and his retention was far more accurate!
After obtaining this skill, Tris had lamented more than once: if he had known this would happen, he would have flipped through the original Harry Potter books in his past life.
With the Memory Palace, he could have unearthed every single detail from his mind.
Unfortunately, he had only watched the eleven movies, including the spin-offs, and had never so much as touched the original novels.
Aside from studying, the greatest use of the Memory Palace right now was helping Tris win card games.
The Memory Palace didn’t improve his instantaneous working memory, so he couldn’t keep track of card orders on the fly.
Instead, he simply memorized the microscopic wear and tear on the back edges of every single card…
The card game just now had secured his victory for the day’s competition.
Now, he had to complete the remaining physical exercises.
He would grind until he couldn’t grind anymore!
Under the curious and bewildered gazes of Ron, Charlie, and Ginny, Tris dropped to the ground and did twenty push-ups—which was his absolute limit at the moment.
After panting like a dog for a good while, he stood up and began jogging around the perimeter of the Burrow’s yard.
Aside from the jogging and walking, most of his other physical tasks were nearly done.
Once he finished his run and walk, he would eat dinner, finish his reading and spell practice, and do another twenty push-ups before bed.
Perfect!
Tris planned his schedule in his head while adjusting his breathing.
The exercise intensity set by the system was certainly not low for an eleven-year-old, but it seemed precisely calibrated to Tris’s physical limits.
Furthermore, the system would correct his form during the exercises.
For instance, as he ran, the system prompted him to adjust his posture and breathing.
The system’s methods were undeniably effective.
Following its guidance made the workouts exhausting, but as long as he ate a hearty meal and slept well, his fatigue would vanish by morning, leaving him feeling even more energetic than before.
Tris figured that once he stuck with this for a few more days, he might drag his brothers into exercising with him.
Though he wasn’t sure how important physical fitness was for a wizard, since the system’s training regimen included magical aspects, there had to be a reason for it.
The system was still trustworthy…
right?
More importantly, he shouldn’t be the only one suffering!
Though the sun had dipped below the horizon, the air remained muggy.
By the time he finished his five-hundred-meter run, Tris’s shirt was drenched in sweat, and his legs felt heavy as lead.
He grit his teeth and kept moving, transitioning to a slow walk around the yard to complete his remaining distance.
By the time he was done, the sky had turned dark.
After catching his breath, Tris went inside and took a bath.
Though Molly didn’t understand why her youngest son had suddenly taken such an interest in physical exercise, she had thoughtfully prepared hot water for him—an easy task for a witch highly skilled in household spells.
The wooden tub was rough, but soaking in the hot water after a workout made Tris sigh with absolute bliss.
He nearly fell asleep in the tub until Molly’s voice drifted up from downstairs.
“Tris, down for dinner!”
Tris called out in response, climbed out of the tub, dried himself off, changed into clean though worn clothes, and headed down to the dining room.
In the dining room, Arthur had already returned from work.
The entire family was present, except for Bill, who was in Egypt.
“Tris, you kept up with your exercise today too?” Arthur asked in surprise, seeing Tris walk down with damp hair.
“Yes, Dad,” Fred cut in before Tris could answer.
“If he keeps this up for two more days, you’ll owe me a silver Sickle.”
Tris broke into a cold sweat.
An unreliable father and an even more unreliable brother, using him to make bets.
Still, his family knew him well.
If left to his own devices, he probably wouldn’t have lasted three to five days.
But he had a system!
“Dad, did you bring the newspapers back?” Tris changed the subject.
“I did, they’re in the living room,” Arthur replied.
His youngest son had loved reading the newspapers ever since he was four or five, back when Molly first started teaching him and Ron how to read and write.
Originally, the Weasleys only subscribed to the *Daily Prophet* and *Witch Weekly*.
However, upon realizing how much Tris enjoyed reading them, Arthur began taking advantage of his position at the Ministry, bringing home the other newspapers his office subscribed to.
After all, once the day was over, those newspapers were useless anyway.
Arthur thought this with absolute righteousness, completely devoid of any guilt about freeloading.
The dinner table was piled high with food, and Tris deserved some credit for this.
Though his parents lacked any sense of financial planning—which was why his plans to unlock the ancestral manor had stalled—his efforts had not been entirely in vain…
“Oh, by the way,” Arthur said, as if remembering something.
He pulled an envelope from his pocket and handed it to Tris.
“This was sent to me by *Witch Weekly*, but it’s actually yours. Your second manuscript had an even better response than the first.”
Tris raised an eyebrow slightly, taking the envelope and opening it.
Beside him, Ron and Ginny leaned in to peek.
Tris didn’t mind, pulling out the contents.
It was a check.
The goblins at Gringotts might not be human, but they had managed to set up a decent financial payment system.
This included a check system.
When they saw the amount written on it, Ron and Ginny’s eyes widened in unison.
Tris couldn’t help but let out a whistle, only to be promptly scolded by Molly.
“They actually gave you fifteen hundred Gold Galleons for your story *The Domineering Dark Wizard’s Forbidden Love*?” Ron blurted out, unable to contain his shock.
At this, even the previously indifferent Percy and Charlie turned their heads to stare.
That amount was several times Arthur’s monthly salary.
Although Arthur’s department was relatively obscure and paid less than the Auror Office, he was, after all, the head of his department and a senior wizard.
His salary was still above the median income of the wizarding world.
“Fifteen hundred?” Percy couldn’t help but lean over.
When he saw the numbers on the check, his face filled with confusion.
“Wasn’t it only three hundred last time? I read that manuscript, and I didn’t think it was anything special.”
“I thought it was amazing!” Ginny immediately stood up to defend her seventh brother.
It wasn’t just because Tris often told her stories and they had a close relationship; she genuinely believed the story was excellent.
Ron and Charlie, who had also read the draft, shared Percy’s confusion.
They didn’t see what was so great about it either.
Tris merely smiled, offering no explanation.
Why had he submitted his manuscript to *Witch Weekly*?
Because it was a romance story targeted at female readers, of course.
It was only natural that Percy and the others didn’t like it, while Ginny did.
“Well, I don’t know what’s so good about that story either…” Arthur said, smacking his lips.
“But the editor at the magazine told me.
“Tris’s previous piece tripled the magazine’s sales last week. And for this one, they teased the release in advance, and rumor has it that sales have increased nearly tenfold. As you know, *Witch Weekly* is different from the *Daily Prophet*—it’s distributed worldwide.”
A collective gasp echoed around the table.
“I also think Tris’s story is very good,” Molly, the true head of the household, spoke up.
She first supported her son, then smoothly shifted the topic.
“Now, Tris, dear, you’re still young, and keeping so much money on you isn’t safe. Give it to Mum, and I’ll keep it safe for you. When you need to buy something, you can just ask me.”
Tris blinked, suddenly reminded of a classic joke from his previous life that he had never personally experienced but had seen countless times online.
The New Year’s pocket money that mothers offered to “save” for their children…
Good heavens.
So this happened in the wizarding world too.