Chapter 18: The Unexpected Third Child of Prophecy
Alexander gasped for air.
"Exciting..."
"But this is also a good thing," he thought. "By being exposed to Dumbledore's magic, I can confirm that his character hasn't collapsed."
Alexander mused further, recalling countless fanfiction he'd read before transmigrating.
In many of those wild alternate worlds, things like boys' potions, heavy magical pressure, long recitations of the Slytherin Code, and so-called platinum-blooded nobles would pop up.
Fortunately, none of that had appeared here—it was still relatively normal.
"Besides," Alexander thought with a smirk, "Dumbledore even sold Fawkes's feathers to Ollivanders. He's not above making a little shady profit. But at least there's no disgusting plotline where he embezzles Harry Potter's inheritance like in some ancient female fanfiction."
"And the Potter family… they're not some ancient pure-blood house either. They just invented shampoo and have a steady stream of Galleons flowing into their vaults."
In the original books, Harry sometimes worried about being mediocre.
Snape, on the other hand, likely turned into a greasy, bitter man because of similar insecurities.
According to Alexander's investigations after transmigrating, patents in the wizarding world were tied to magical contracts. There were no expiration dates.
As long as a spell or invention was used, royalties would be distributed automatically.
Alexander couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement.
Even though, based on all his post-transmigration research and the canon material, he had long confirmed this world to be the original book's timeline—one thing remained uncertain: Dumbledore.
Until he directly interacted with Dumbledore, Alexander couldn't feel completely at ease.
Dumbledore was a man who could influence the fate of the entire magical world with a single decision.
Everyone seeks peace of mind.
Whether it's fame, fortune, love, friendship, or power—it's all just for peace of mind.
Even fighting wars for peace is just an excuse for personal tranquility.
"Why do I work so hard when I'm already so talented?" Alexander thought. "It's just to feel safe. To identify threats, eliminate them, and live freely according to my ideals."
This unexpected encounter with Dumbledore's magic might actually be a blessing in disguise.
"Since Dumbledore remains the Dumbledore I know... then the only real threats are the hidden ones."
Alexander opened the book of myths he kept nearby.
He pondered the legends:
Were there wizards who truly became gods?
Did Death itself still exist, as told in the tale of the Three Brothers?
After all, King's Cross—a place between life and death—was explicitly shown in both the novels and films.
"Better not rush to reveal Voldemort's plans just yet," Alexander decided.
Though Voldemort could be eliminated early if he acted now, Dumbledore without an enemy could become a far greater threat.
Without Voldemort, Dumbledore might lose the anchor of his strict self-morality—and a corrupted Dumbledore was a terrifying prospect.
Moreover, there could still be ancient forces lurking behind the scenes.
Alexander's thoughts drifted to the prophecy.
The prophecy said:
"The one who has the ability to conquer the Dark Lord is coming... His parents have escaped from the Dark Lord's clutches three times... He was born at the end of the seventh month... The Dark Lord made him a mortal enemy in his ultimate showdown... The one destined to die at the hand of the other..."
Alexander's heart skipped a beat.
"Wait... I was also born at the end of the seventh month. My parents also survived Voldemort three times."
"If not for my transmigration, the original Alexander Smith—with his Smith family magic—might have qualified as the 'child of prophecy.' "
Especially now—with his system's power—he certainly possessed abilities Voldemort would not know about.
In the original timeline, Harry would have likely been killed if Voldemort hadn't accidentally tethered a piece of his soul to Harry's body.
Without that soul fragment weakening Voldemort, Harry wouldn't have stood a chance.
And if Harry failed, the next in line was Neville Longbottom.
Neville, fueled by hatred after Bellatrix tortured his parents, slowly grew stronger.
And if Neville also fell... could it be Alexander Smith—the third, secret child of prophecy?
The one even Dumbledore might not know about?
"Lane Smith... Alexander Smith... The hidden third child."
"Maybe not obsessed with flashy magic like Harry or Neville... but obsessed with alchemy. Crafting inventions—like the Black Knight armor—that even Muggles could understand, inventions that Voldemort would sneer at, but that could bring him down."
If Harry and Neville failed, Alexander could have been the final trump card.
A perfect irony: Voldemort, defeated not by ancient blood magic, but by Muggle ingenuity he despised.
Moreover, Voldemort and Harry seemed to embody the second and third brothers from the Deathly Hallows legend.
Could Alexander, perhaps, inherit the legacy of the eldest brother?
The signs were there.
In the Alchemy Hut, amid the many wondrous inventions, there were all sorts of wands.
Not for vanity—no.
But to surpass their ancestors, to avoid the mistakes of arrogance and downfall.
The Smith family's secrecy, the disdain for wizarding history—was it all because of that disgraceful loss of the Elder Wand?
Was his sudden brilliance the reawakening of the bloodline of the first brother?
"Does Dumbledore know?"
After all, he had collected the three Hallows once.
He surely researched the descendants.
Even if the Smiths hid their lineage well, Hogwarts' Book of Admittance and the Quill of Acceptance would record everything.
Dumbledore, as headmaster, could access the names of all incoming students.
Had he noticed Alexander Smith?
Alexander clenched his fists.
His father's final invention—a wand blending magic and Muggle science—wasn't just for fun.
It might have been the Smith family's last hope.
Harry's parents died at Voldemort's hand.
Neville's parents were tortured into madness.
And Alexander's own parents—robbed of opportunity, then killed in a suspicious accident.
"If there really is a god behind all this..." Alexander's eyes turned cold.
"Just wait. Wait for my revenge."
It was really...
Really getting more and more interesting.
(End of Chapter)
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