149 Wes Silas[1]

'I won't lose to you Harry… I will make sure of it.' Susan thought, before walking out of the stage.

Meanwhile, among the audience, the eyes of a certain black haired student lingered on Harry for a few seconds before the sides of his lips curved into a slight smile.

'I was right! He really was strong!' Nathan thought, his handsome face beaming with excitement.

He had a gift—it more like an intuition, but he liked referring to the skill as a gift, that allowed him know when he was beside someone strong or someone with potential to be.

From the first time he met Harry, there was just this weird feeling at the back of his head, that just allowed him to know that Harry was hiding his full strength.

Even though Harry looked so simple… and so weak, something deep down inside him just told him Harry was not as weak as he appeared.