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read my new story: Marvel: Superman’s War Against the Zombie Multiverse You can also visit the Pat** on at: ilham20 Isaac knew this trope by heart.
Start building an invincible aura from a young age, accumulate power quietly, then steamroll your peers before eventually surpassing the old monsters.
Classic.
He’d read enough web novels on Qidian before crossing over to recognize the pattern instantly.
But something didn’t add up.
Isaac spotted the hole in Dumbledore’s logic right away.
“Hold on, Professor.
Forget the prefects and head boys that pop up every single year.
Hogwarts has one ‘best student’ per year, right?
And that’s not even counting the genuinely exceptional ones.
Like Percy Weasley from Gryffindor?” Isaac hadn’t even set foot in Hogwarts yet, but that didn’t stop him from talking about the place like he owned it.
Dumbledore didn’t bat an eye.
The old man actually nodded at the name.
“Percy is an excellent young wizard.
But it’s still not enough.” From a certain angle, Percy Weasley was basically the ceiling for what a normal wizard could achieve through sheer effort.
No—if you didn’t have the talent, even Percy was out of reach.
Hogwarts students faced two life-defining exams.
Fifth-year OWLs were the basic threshold.
They decided which classes you could take in sixth year.
Percy got twelve Outstanding grades—perfect scores across the board.
Then came seventh-year NEWTs, the highest-level exams that opened doors to elite careers: Aurors, St.
Mungo’s healers, high-ranking Ministry officials, alchemists, curse researchers.
Percy scored twelve Outstandings there too.
That perfect record was a big reason he landed the job as personal assistant to the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement right after graduation.
That department was basically the wizarding world’s version of Interior Ministry + Justice Department + police force + supreme court all rolled into one.
Its head was always a top contender for Minister for Magic.
Percy getting picked as the department head’s secretary had something to do with the Weasley name, sure.
But those twelve perfect scores were the real hard requirement.
Too bad the then-head, Barty Crouch, had no idea he’d hired an absolute idiot.
Still, during his school years Percy had been undeniably brilliant.
Even the Ravenclaws who lived for studying admitted it.
And that still wasn’t enough for Dumbledore?
“Of course not,” Dumbledore said gently.
“You’re looking at the wrong things, Isaac.
Grindelwald’s and Tom’s excellence was never about certificates or test scores.” “Grindelwald’s true brilliance showed itself at sixteen when he displayed terrifying—almost horrifying—black magic talent.
Tom’s strength came from his Parseltongue, his dueling skill, and his bloodline.
Those were the real foundations.” “So…” Isaac said slowly, “to walk that same path, I have to do things normal wizards my age simply can’t do?” Dumbledore nodded, clearly pleased.
His own early excellence hadn’t come from Hogwarts awards either.
It had come from corresponding with Nicolas Flamel and Bathilda Bagshot while still a teenager.
In other words, just being top of the class at Hogwarts wouldn’t cut it.
Even becoming Percy Weasley-level excellent would only make you an exceptionally good ordinary wizard.
The real “young master” route required doing what your peers couldn’t.
“So…” Isaac said, finally understanding.
“So you can try subduing a dark wizard,” Dumbledore finished calmly.
“Don’t worry.
I’ll be watching quietly from the side.” Isaac’s mind immediately jumped to Harry Potter’s so-called “adventures” at Hogwarts.
Year one: take down a professor and Voldemort’s remnant.
Year two: basilisk and another professor.
Year three: escaped convict and dementors.
Year four: foreign champions… Damn.
When you laid it out like that, Harry’s enemies were genuinely high-quality.
Even young Dumbledore and Grindelwald hadn’t faced threats on that level at the same age.
And Harry had done it while barely knowing what was happening.
That “magic invincible path” probably came with some serious protagonist buffs.
The only difference between Isaac and Harry was that Harry had walked it completely blind.
Now Dumbledore was laying the same road in front of Isaac and asking if he wanted to take it—with the most powerful wizard in Britain as his personal top-tier guardian.
Walk it?
Of course he was going to walk it.
In a world where magic equaled power, having a proven god-tier route handed to you with the strongest possible protector watching your back?
Only an idiot would say no.
One random dark wizard?
Easy.
Enemies never waited for you to be ready anyway.
And Isaac wasn’t some ordinary first-year.
“Good.” Dumbledore had clearly expected to do more convincing.
The instant agreement caught him off guard.
Not just the answer—the speed of action that followed.
“Stay hidden, Professor.
And make sure you protect Anthony if things go sideways.
He’s too old to handle dark wizards.” Isaac pulled out his wand, checked it carefully like a soldier prepping for battle, then gave Dumbledore a sharp nod and walked straight out of the candy shop.
He headed directly for the Leaky Cauldron exit, stepped through into Muggle London, and summoned the Knight Bus right there on the curb.
After giving the driver the address for 12 Medway Street, Isaac strapped himself into one of the violently shifting seats and enjoyed the magical bus’s insane ride.
He was certain the dark wizard tailing him hadn’t boarded the bus.
He was equally certain the man would still find his house.
All Isaac had to do was wait.
Roughly twenty minutes later, a wizard Apparated directly in front of the gate at 12 Medway Street.
He checked the house number, then let out two low, ugly laughs.
“Alohomora!” His wand pointed at the front door.
With a sharp click the lock popped open and the iron gate swung inward.
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