Neville; prove to Hogwarts that you are a wizard !

Second turned into minutes;

Minutes turned into Hours;

Hours into Days;

Days into Weeks;

Weeks into months;

Months into Years

Until that moment📆 arrived

He finally came of age and his Hogwarts letter arrived when

<Ding>

"Detected that the host is excited.

Issuing main quest mission series:

1 Prove to the world that you are a wizard:

Fall off from a height greater than your previous record.

Note:- The record will be counted from your first attempt so don't worry about your previous record.

Details:- The more grand the occasion is the more people see you doing it the greater the reward.

Time period:- 1 attempt per year till the system disbanded.

Reward:- 1x lottery wheel (the rewards in it will magnify according to completion rate.)

Failure:- System will disband. "

Neville dropped the acceptance letter from his hand in utter disbelief.

What kind of mission is this supposed to be?

Now I have to commit suicide in front of a crowd.

Does the system really want me to die?

Do you really hate me that much?

Please let me know what you like about me so that I can change it!

When he imagined everyone at hogwarts trying to dissuade him from committing suicide he cried out in dismay for his bleak future.

"There,there, Neville, true men don't cry! You have already proved that you are a wizard and now you are going to prove to those at hogwarts that you are a great wizard and your father proud.

Augusta patted her only grandson on the back in an attempt to pacify him.

But Neville only cried louder with her comforting him.

It turns out that the system has colluded to fulfil this grandma's wish.

I don't wanna go to hogwarts now!

Can't I change schools?

No he couldn't as his father Frank Longbottom along with a great part of the family had graduated from Hogwarts and this old lady would rather strangle him to death.

After venting his frustration he changed his clothes and got ready for a trip to Diagon Alley with his Grandma.

As he was looking at his face in the mirror he thanked the system for that marvellous book.

He had changed his destiny of being a chubby forgetful wizard to being a somewhat cute and handsome look.

It had been hard and he felt like giving up at times but he somehow managed to persevere to get this result.

It was a testament to his hardwork and diligence and had absolutely nothing to do with the system giving him hectic missions like kicking a dog or stepping on a cats tail everyday which usually ended with a dog or cat chasing him in fury.

Only after suffering does one taste the sweet fruit of his hardwork.

After a few years of hard work he had managed to bring all his attributes close to a regular wizard genius.

He was quite far away from the near photographic memory of a certain bushy haired girl and the extraordinary reflexes of the chosen one but he could absolutely dominate a mediocre wizard like Ron.

As for why he had not reached his level to a extraordinary genius?

If kicking dogs and stepping on cats tail was sufficient to have him reach that realm then pigs would be flying that day!

This system liked to issue such tasks that embarrassed or made him gnash his teeth in fury.

It wasn't going to sit down and let him cheat his way to the top without teasing him to its heart content.