When they returned, Harry immediately made his move.

"Miss Ayesha, can I help you with your synthesis?"

"Eh? Are you sure? The last time you did…" She tilted her head.

"I'm sure!" He put on his best smile. "If it's just a simple healing salve, I feel I can manage! I just have this feeling that today is going to be the day I crack it!"

"Well… if you say so…"

The herbalist stepped aside to give him space. She then sat down with Nio on the couch, watching worriedly from a distance.

Miss Ayesha… you might not know it yet, but you are actually an alchemist, not just a herbalist. You are a descendant of a great alchemist of the past, one of the wives of the Alchemist King.

...Wait, what am I thinking about? W-we're do these memories come from?

"Harry, are you alright? You're holding your head. Are you having a headache?"

Ayesha's voice brought Harry back to the real world.

"I-I'm fine. I'm just… remembering the recipe, that's all." He forced a smile.

Moving his sight back to the cauldron, he rested his hands on the mixer stick and closed his eyes.

Neutralize.

The green liquid inside turned into clear water. It was the first step for any synthesis. Neutralizing the medium.

He then dumped the medicinal herbs into the water, before stirring it and closing his eyes again.

Synthesis. Medicinal Salve.

Instinctively, he knew which direction he should stir and for how many turns. Another important thing was to focus his will on creating the salve and nothing else.

Opening his eyes, he saw that the water was green again. Good. Now for the final step.

Vaporize.

The water turned into steam immediately, exiting the room via the chimney right above it.

What was left behind was a lump of light green paste. It was the salve he wanted to synthesize.

Smiling at Ayesha, he declared, "I did it! Look!"

"Really?" She stood up and rushed to the cauldron, Nio following her. Staring down at the bottom, she exclaimed, "Amazing! You really did it!"

"Not bad, Harry! You're now better in herbology than I am!" Nio grinned.

Harry let the two admire his work, stepping away from the cauldron and watching them from a distance. Pride swelled in his heart. Finally! He can be useful to them!

His reward? A view of Ayesha and Nio's panty-clad bottom as their skirt rose up while they were reaching down to the bottom of the cauldron to scoop the salve.

[LP obtained: 200]

A year had passed since then.

Harry continued to grow his skills, using the Alchemist King System he now possessed (he simply knew it was how he was supposed to call it). The skills he now possessed was:

[Basic Synthesis Lv 5]

[Basic Spellcraft Lv 5]

[Zoom]

[Slo-Mo]

[Basic Spellcraft] allowed him to cast spells. However, he needed a wand to do so, something that was unavailable to him. He could ask Ayesha about it but once again, he had this compulsion in his mind not to. If he asked, she would definitely question why he thought he was a wizard, and he couldn't tell her about the system.

[Slo-Mo] gave him the ability to slow down the world around him for a few seconds or so. Not spammable unfortunately. However, when combined with [Zoom], it meant he could slow the moment of, say, Ayesha's dress lifting up in the wind, and zoomed in to the cameltoe her panties were showing. Easily doubling the LP he gained from such an occurrence.

And yet, it wasn't enough.

Unfortunately, every new skill that appeared as a choice would be more and more expensive. And the only way to gain points to pay for it was for something perverted to occur to him and he was too much of a nice kid to purposefully make it happen. He could only rely on the stray wind and the shortness of Ayesha's dress.

And then, one day, seemingly out of nowhere, he came.

*knock* *knock*

Harry paused.

*knock* *knock* *knock*

Someone's knocking on the door!

He was now all alone inside Ayesha's hut. The sisters were out gathering herbs while he got the duty of synthesizing salves. A big order was coming up (a wandering merchant named Arnie would visit occasionally and buy Ayesha's medicines) and they needed to be ready before the deadline. Ayesha might not be a business-savvy girl but she was a hardworking and honest one. She hated breaking her promises. And so, Harry worked hard for her sake—she who had welcomed her so warmly into her family.

Is it Arnie? But the medicine isn't ready yet!

He walked up to the door and opened it.

Only to meet face-to-face with a tall old man he had never seen before.

The first thing he noticed was the really long white beard he had, reaching down even below his waist. He was dressed like your typical old man wizard would, with a long blue robe and a pointy cloth hat on top of his head.

"At last, I found you, Harry. Mind if I come in?"

Harry took two steps backwards.

"Oh, don't be afraid. I'm a friend. My name is Albus Dumbledore. In this world, I am a simple traveling wizard."

Harry's eyes widened. "In this world?" He croaked.

"Correct, Harry. As I am sure you are already aware, this is a different world than the world you used to live in. Now, if you don't mind, I really wish to rest my legs. These old bones aren't what they used to be." He chuckled.

Harry nodded, allowing him to enter. He took a seat on the couch, taking off his hat to reveal his white hair.

"Now, where do I begin?"