Last week

He was sitting cross-legged on the bed. The week without class passed quickly.

Now he could silently cast push and pull spells, and that would come in handy quickly in any battle because all he had to do was point the tip of his wand with the other person's foot and pull in the direction he wanted.

He had learned to make Leviosa silent as well. One interesting thing he noticed was that the wand movements were only needed to activate the magic.

He guesses not everyone has a sense of magic, or it just required education or curiosity from an early age.

"One more factor became clear about the fact that Muggle-born and half-bloods were more skilled at magic." thought Henry.

Now that He didn't need the wand movements, he needed words as the trigger for the magic. His magic was already floating through his body like nen in HxH.

Knowing the power systems in the different worlds gives you very good ideas for controlling your power.

For example, he tried to imitate the Ten in HxH and prevented his body from releasing the magic it had produced.

He doesn't know its effects exactly, but considering the muscles he has gained, it is unquestionable that it has a positive effect, and he hopes it will prolong his life.

Having his magic stay in his body gave me greater control over his magic since he wasn't unconsciously casting magic.

So he only needed a verbal trigger. He could cast non-verbal magic, but adding direct intent to his magic wasn't exactly something he could do yet.

The important development was that Axy had stolen the Marauder's Map and found a usable, bottomless bag.

Now he was less likely to attract attention. Axy had found multiple bottomless bags, but one had an anti-theft and bloodline enchantment on it. Since he hasn't looked into the matter yet and Axy hasn't been able to break the charms, he thought of keeping it for now.

He wanted to buy an expanded bag using the polyjuice potion, but he had neither the money nor the need to do such a thing because Axy could make this exchange instead.

Thoughts that did not belong to the present. The bottomless bag he found was capable of holding the items they found. The galleons had already entered the bag attached to his safe that Gringotts had given him, a total of 1648. He didn't count the others because the biggest currency was like a coin, anyway.

He would stack items first in the lost and found room, then magically repair what he could fix as a daily practice of magic. If he did not want to use the repaired items, he would sell them in Axy Diagon Alley. He also earned 500 galleons from sales.

His greatest need was a magic house, and the rest of the installation would be done on this house. Even if this was a magic world, no one would sell a house to an 11-year-old, not even Goblins who would do anything for the galleon.

He had thoughts of processing this idea with Obliviate to another family and then reinforcing it with legillimency, but he did not see it as profitable and sustainable enough.

Another option that came to mind was to fall in love with one of the pureblood girls, preferably one of the heirs, but this option would draw much more attention and reveal itself more.

The attention he would draw would be pureblood bigots and political games, and considering the little girl he had to endure, it certainly wasn't worth what they got.

The only alternative he could think of was to have goblins set up guard wards in his family's house and turn the house into magic.

Additionally, he would control his family's minds and have the goblins ask if the magic trace worked at home.

"I need to learn how to break and set up a ward as soon as possible," Henry sighed, as the matter of the house had long been an obstacle to his plans. It was necessary both for the shelter of the house-elves and for his storage, security, stolen goods, and dark acts.

Henry grinned, "I guess I'll be home by Christmas". It didn't matter if it was a problem. His plans were delayed, and he didn't care.

'Try me, you sons of bitches. I'll rise above you all,' Henry said in his mind, his magic roaring 1. it was shaking.

He had already studied the syllabus, and the early years were taking the basics: transfiguration, defence against the dark arts, herbology, history of magic, potions, astronomy, charms, and flying lessons.

He was interested in Flitwick's lecture. The man was a former duelling champion, though he didn't understand how he won at that height. Mobility was very important in fights, and although you could use shield magic to block the spell, dodging in the first place was more of an advantage.

Anyway, the lessons were insignificant. It would be enough for him to listen to the lessons for practical and theoretical learning and use the needed room for practice.

Exams and grades didn't matter. By the time he was old enough to start a business as an adult, he could already use his own business, but if this magic world invented something, it would introduce it's less functional to the magic community.

He had no clue what these idiots were going to do. He did not linger any longer and fell asleep.

He woke up at 5 am like every morning and started his daily routine. This time, the great hall was much more crowded. In the first week, the new students were exploring the surroundings, the old students were having fun with their friends, and the lovers were looking for a beautiful view.

There weren't many people who got up early in the morning. It was normal for kids who were accustomed to comfort, and it would be unfair to expect anything from children when even those who were aware of the impending danger did not take proper precautions.

One of the things he hated the most was waiting for their children to prepare for the future or improve themselves without guidance.

Although he doesn't value anything other than himself, he was sensitive about this issue, no matter what happened in his past life. He grew up as a blindfolded child, and then he was left in the middle of life.

It was something he did not accept and never will.

This was the reason why he worked so hard in this life. He wanted to explore his limits, not just to know the future and benefit from it.