"So that's how it is."
"My father was a wizard, and my mother was a witch. Based on those experiences from my childhood, I'm most likely a natural-born wizard too."
"You once wanted to become a witch, but you couldn't succeed."
"Wizards have to operate in secret; their identities can't be made public. For example, my parents back then couldn't openly use magic in places where Muggles gathered, or there would be trouble."
"There are specialized people who handle these matters."
"The government won't interfere with wizards' affairs; they'll only cover up the truth."
"My parents didn't die in a car accident like you said... You guessed it—they were murdered..."
Harry's mood grew somewhat heavy.
"Now, people from the wizarding world have come looking for me again, wanting to take me away. You don't want to get involved with those people anymore, so you ran away."
Harry judged that his aunt wasn't lying; it was just that her description might lean more toward her own perspective.
Moreover, she clearly didn't know much about many things, like the specific way his parents died or who the enemies in the wizarding world were.
Harry had previously thought his parents died in a car accident and left it at that, but now that he knew there was more to the story...
"Could it be witch-hunting? Are my enemies the Pope?"
Harry activated his astonishing wisdom to speculate.
Before crossing over, he naturally knew nothing about the wizards in this world and could only draw from the "Muggle" books and TV shows he'd seen.
Fortunately, the history of the A Song of Ice and Fire world aligned very closely with this world's medieval history, especially Britain's medieval history.
From the 5th to the 9th century AD, the Anglo-Saxons who defeated the remaining Romans and Celts and successfully invaded England also had an era of seven kingdoms, with many coincidences matching the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros in A Song of Ice and Fire.
Through studying history in the A Song of Ice and Fire world, many aspects of British and European history that he'd only casually encountered before became deeply imprinted in his mind.
After the fall of the Western Roman Empire until the 15th century AD, all of Europe entered the Middle Ages. During this thousand-year "dark" period, Christianity, once considered non-mainstream, became the only legitimate religion, and all other supernatural forces were interpreted as demonic.
Whenever disasters occurred, they were blamed on evil forces at work; people who violated social norms or religion were thought to be possessed by demons or to be witches themselves.
Witches were the embodiment of the devil.
Because righteous supernatural powers only came from God, and only the Church possessed them.
This mindset persisted until the end of the Middle Ages, with many people accused of being "heretics" or "witches" and dying miserably by burning at the stake or other tortures.
In the later stages, it probably expanded excessively, but at the beginning, it was clearly the Church leading the charge—otherwise, what was the infamous Inquisition, mentioned in all sorts of legends and stories?
The first large-scale witch-hunt was also handled by the Inquisition, pursuing witches under a papal decree. Harry didn't know the exact contents of that decree, but he knew it existed, giving all witch-hunts legal validity.
It was equivalent to issuing a warrant for all wizards or those suspected of being wizards, legalizing ordinary people's trials of wizards.
Before that, it was the Inquisition chasing wizards. Back when the Roman Empire was still strong, those wizards were probably the true power holders—priests of the Roman Pantheon, who might have even suppressed Christian evangelism. Once Christianity rose, they were branded as devils.
This was definitely religious persecution, mutual settling of scores—Harry viewed religion from a king's perspective.
Generally speaking, the more powerful someone was, the less they believed in these so-called gods.
Harry himself spouted nonsense like "by the Seven" every day, only because the Faith of the Seven had many believers, and unlike truly existing gods, it was convenient to control and exploit.
Or rather, even in a world where supernatural powers existed and gods were active, Harry only believed that gods might have astonishing power, but they were absolutely not anything good—the Cold God was like that, and the Red God was the same.
If Harry truly had any faith, he only believed in his own fists.
He had even planned a religious reform, taking on the roles of emperor and high septon himself, grudgingly becoming the Son of the Seven, the Avatar of the Seven, or the Father of the Seven—the specifics of who was father and who was son could be negotiated.
Actually, Britain also had legends of Druids and Merlin the wizard. Legend had it that Merlin was baptized, so even though he was a true cambion, son of a demon, he wasn't considered a devil—maybe because he was particularly good at fighting? Or particularly powerful? Or skilled at handling diplomatic affairs?
Harry was still seeing these things through a fog and could only speculate based on the limited information he had. But one thing was certain: someone was hunting them down.
Harry heard it.
Superhuman hearing was also a form of power!
They came so quickly—Vernon had only arrived on the island tonight.
Harry directly knocked Vernon out, sending him into sleep so he wouldn't make any more noise, and told Petunia to stop talking.
Because the pursuers were in such a hurry, Harry hadn't yet asked Aunt Petunia who had sent those letters, whether they were friend or foe, a warning or a threat... He'd ask later.
Peering through the door crack, he saw a burly man—no, it should be a half-giant—approaching.
The giant had a clear target, his chest filled with rage; he came with ill intent.
On the island, there was only Vernon's family and himself.
Confirmed: an enemy.
Could this be one of the Inquisition's people?
Excellent—not a nuclear bomb, so he could fight.
He was riding a flying motorcycle; Harry could sense that he had magic and wasn't a mortal.
After his attributes rose to a certain level, Harry gained the ability to sense others' related attributes.
With his superhuman strength, when looking at ordinary people, he could directly sense their exact values, with strength errors not exceeding 1 or 2 points.
Errors were normal; some people's strength could change in extreme anger.
Even though this half-giant wasn't an ordinary person, with unusually high strength values and other attribute bonuses, and even though Harry's own condition was poor with his strength greatly diminished and his appraisal ability declined, he could still judge that this person's strength value was between 10 and 15 points.
The error wouldn't exceed five points... Most likely below 13; Harry left two points of margin.
As for magic and divine power, two points and three points—he could only roughly sense whether the other had them or not.
Harry hadn't seen anyone with divine power, only the Night King, who might have had it, but since he felt very weak in actual combat, Harry wasn't sure.
Harry had seen a few people with magic, almost all with corresponding bonuses to magic or certain fields. Harry himself was like that; when he used magic to cast a Lumos on himself, his strength would increase.
What about this giant's magic?
He couldn't sense the exact value. Erring on the side of caution, assume he's profoundly magical, with a transformed body.
A both of magic and body—a strong enemy!
He only knew one illumination spell; the opponent surely knew more magic than him. He couldn't be careless—better to resolve it with close combat if possible.
Unfortunately, his Lightbringer only had a sword soul and needed a suitable vessel to become a burning sword. He wasn't familiar with the Dark Soul either, unable to condense an ice spear. Fighting barehanded with a child's body was quite disadvantageous without weapons.
As for intelligence, he couldn't sense others' intelligence; he could only guess. Harry self-speculated that his 1 point of intelligence should be quite high? Possibly.
Anyway, his charisma was high enough that he could sense ordinary people's charisma as zero, with only rare great nobles or White Walkers having charisma. The half-giant in front of him had charisma too.
Harry unilaterally believed that perhaps most people's intelligence was also zero.
Actually, even if the value wasn't high, it didn't matter—his system treated all attributes as some form of power, showing that powers were interconnected. Strength was the reason for kingship.
Having the strongest strength, Harry naturally also possessed the strongest intelligence—he firmly believed that.
Although in the later stages of the other world, he almost always relied on the Imp as an external brain and didn't think much himself.
But that was just him focusing his energy on more important things, like honing his body and combat skills—not that he truly couldn't analyze.
For example, now, with such scarce information and without even asking Petunia much, he had deduced secret intelligence like the Inquisition's witch-hunt pursuit and that the Pope was likely his enemy.
This is my Mighty King's astonishing intelligence!
Although he didn't know who the current Pope was, how old he was, or where he lived.
But no matter—Harry guaranteed he would find the Pope and kill the Pope.
For now, first deal with this Inquisition lackey in front of him—this half-giant witch-hunter who was clearly a monster and wizard himself yet had betrayed his origins.
Boom!
Harry kicked the door flying open, casting on himself a Lumos that might block some magical damage—or maybe it was useless.
With his back to Petunia, he left a line: No need to worry, no need to hide anymore.
Then he activated Blood Rage and charged at the giant.
Hagrid had just gotten off the flying motorcycle, annoyed that Harry's 11th birthday cake had been squashed out of shape. Before he could react, he saw a blur-fast, terrifying small figure rushing out.
A rampaging gorgon!
What kind of monster was this?!
Bang!
He couldn't dodge, couldn't block!
Hagrid considered himself skilled at taming magical creatures, with rich experience in crises, but at this moment, he could only be shocked, with no power to fight back.
In front of Harry, he was like a green recruit.
The piercing whistle that tore through the air smashed into his abdomen, his oak-thick ribs emitting a tooth-aching muffled crack.
The half-giant grunted, his towering inhuman body actually swaying, his feet sinking three inches into the mud, splashing slurry mixed with rainwater onto his tangled beard.
The second punch came even faster. It had been a long time since he'd encountered a punching bag; Harry, who usually held back against anyone, rarely met an opponent he could go all out on during his weakened period. Without thinking much, he just kept punching.
He'd already used too much wisdom today; now his brain only transmitted one thought:
Battle—exhilarating!
In the instant he exhaled, under the infusion of energy, his fist wind even ignited faint blue arcs as it grazed the air. This heavy punch precisely struck Hagrid; the half-giant's body flew off the ground as if hit by a siege ram.
This punch was merely a setup for the next, ensuring the opponent couldn't dodge. The third punch was the fatal one.
This punch carried the momentum of thunder, merging with the sea storm as if heavenly wrath had arrived, the world offering a crown of blood and tears for the birth of the Fist King.
Before impact, his fist suddenly swelled half an inch, veins bulging under the skin like giant pythons slithering, his body expanding and condensing.
Harry's full energy, strength, magic, divine power—even the charisma to command storms and the intelligence to focus himself—all converged in one punch.
With this punch, the giant would surely die—Harry said so.
--