While training the teens, Nova also completed several of his personal projects—chief among them, expanding his digital library. Using his technomancy and scanning magic, he digitized key volumes from the Black and Malfoy family libraries, extracting rare enchantments, potion recipes, bloodline rituals, and lost spellwork.
Most of the books were sealed with old wards or curses, but his reality magic bypassed them with ease. Once uploaded, the data was indexed and linked to his system, gradually forming a structured magical archive—a foundation for the knowledge tier of the future Trader's Shop.
Of course, he didn't take this knowledge for free. He gave them TC points along with the chance of awakening their potential.
Awakening of potential is actually one of the abilities that Soulless gave him, which he had almost forgotten.
This ability is called Legacy Unbinding or Potential Release, which allows him to unlock latent potential of others, trigger secondary awakenings of existing abilities, and forcefully evolve or refine abilities under the right conditions.
After lots of thinking, Nova decided that the price of this ability should be five hundred TC, which could be changed based on the situation.
First, he used this ability on Harry, who only had to spend 200 TC points—60% discount benefit due to Lily's contract.
Before using this ability, Nova was really curious what the result would be.
One has to know that although magic can increase the combat strength of witches and wizards, it's only for energy-type combat. Magic doesn't increase the physical strength of witches and wizards.
And after two years of training, both magically and physically, Harry's power tier was low 3rd rank, with combat power of mid 3rd rank. In fact, his power tier should have been mid 3rd rank, same as his combat strength, but unfortunately, his weak physical strength for his rank became the reason why he is counted one rank lower.
In fact, every magical out there in this world—their power tier is generally low to mid 3rd rank, but their combat power varies.
Magicals cannot go beyond mid 3rd rank unless they enhance their physical strength, which is very difficult, as physical training doesn't have much effect at this stage—unless they train under intense gravity or something similar. So the only viable path left is through rituals, which are generally classified as dark magic. Thus, physical strength became a huge wall for magicals.
In this world, there's a vast difference between a magical's power tier and their actual combat strength.
So Nova was curious—would this Potential Release ability of his allow Harry to break that wall?
But after he used the ability, a problem arose.
Harry fell unconscious immediately after Nova activated the skill on him, which frightened Lily and the others.
Upon analysis, Nova discovered the reason: Harry's body was absorbing his own magic and life force to enhance his physical strength.
In other words, while Potential Release could unlock and accelerate someone's growth, it didn't provide the fuel. It acted as a catalyst—releasing dormant evolutionary paths—but the user still had to supply the energy required for those changes.
Thankfully, Nova was already prepared for such a situation. He understood that every transformation required energy, and he had already created an energy bag specifically for this purpose.
Nova immediately used the energy bag he had prepared beforehand.
Once the energy was infused, the situation stabilized quickly. The violent internal drain ceased, and Harry's unconscious body relaxed.
But the results were impossible to miss.
His body began to change—subtly at first, then visibly. Muscles firmed and aligned naturally, shedding the remaining signs of his teenage build. His chest broadened slightly, his shoulders squared, and a lean, athletic six-pack defined itself across his abdomen. Arms and legs filled out with proportional muscle—just enough to enhance power without sacrificing agility.
But the change wasn't just physical. Nova could feel Harry's magic reserves swell, his core expanding steadily as the refinement process progressed. Not only did the quantity of magic increase, but the quality shifted as well—becoming denser, more stable, and responsive. His magical circuits—previously untrained and inefficient—had adapted, optimizing flow and reducing waste.
These changes continued for nearly ten minutes before finally stabilizing.
When it was over, Nova let out a slow breath and smiled.
Harry had done it.
With his potential unbound and the energy infusion complete, he had finally broken through the wall that limited most magicals.
His physical strength was now in perfect sync with his magical potential—lean, battle-ready, and efficient.
Current Status:
→ Power Tier: 3rd Rank, Mid
→ Combat Strength: 3rd Rank, Mid
A perfect balance of magical power and physical capability.
Seeing Harry's strength increase, the others naturally grew eager for the same. One by one, they requested Nova to use Potential Release on them as well. Ofcourse they had to pay, based on the contract they had with Nova.
With proper energy support and guidance, each underwent their own transformation.
As a result, the overall strength of the Trader's associates in the Harry Potter world increased dramatically.
By the end of the process, almost all of them had reached 3rd Rank Mid in both Power Tier and Combat Strength—a level that placed them far above the average witch or wizard and made them a formidable force.
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So after Nova finished most of major work: teaching the teen witch and wizards, coping magical knowledge from Black and Malfoy family, Nova moved on the final project. The project which was the main reason he spent three years inside the trunk.
The Project— SHOP.
After all, what kind of multiversal trader would he be without a proper shop?
He'd read about concepts like it in novels and fanfictions for years — pocket dimension storefronts, mystical stalls in the void between worlds, traders who dealt in impossible relics for various prices.
So he have almost completed this project, only thing left is...
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Suddenly, Nova came out of his thoughts as a familiar, wicked warmth coiled around him—Lily's hand, slow and deliberate, was stroking his cock. Her palm slid with practiced ease, fingers curled just right, coaxing him back from the silent storm of his mind and straight into the fire she always stirred.
She lay sprawled across his chest, naked and flushed, the red of her hair wild and damp, sticking to her cheeks and shoulders from their earlier morning romp. She looked thoroughly ruined, but clearly not satisfied.
A smug little smirk tugged at the corners of her mouth.
Minx.
He held back a groan, his body already hardening in her grip. Then his hand came down on her ass with a sharp smack. The sound echoed in the room like a starting gun, and her breath hitched in delight.
"Insatiable," he muttered, voice low and edged with heat. "Insatiable little minx."
Her only response was a soft giggle and a teasing grind of her hips, pressing her slick pussy warmth against his thigh as if to say Do something about it.
And oh, he would.
His hand tangled in her hair, dragging her up for a brutal kiss. There was no softness, no patience—just tongue, teeth, hunger. She melted into it, surrendering completely, just as he liked.
With a roll of his body, he pinned her beneath him. Her wrists were stretched above her head, caught in one of his hands like they were nothing. She looked up at him with blown pupils and parted lips, waiting—no, aching—for what would come next.
"You woke the beast," Nova growled, kissing the underside of her jaw. "Now take what you begged for."
Reality shimmered around them as he reached for his power, bending it to his will with a single focused thought. The air beside them twisted, shaping itself into a smooth, rune-etched dildo—obsidian-black, elegant and intimidating. It hovered like a predator waiting for its turn.
Lily's eyes widened in arousal as the toy glided downward. It nudged against her dripping pussy, then pressed in. Slowly it started moving, inside-out-inside out..
She whimpered, hips twitching, the sensation maddening, once Nova snapped his finger the dildo started moved at full speed.
Nova released her wrists and slid down her body, leaving a trail of kisses and nips until his mouth hovered over her navel. His fingers danced along her thighs, feather-light, then brushed her clit with just a spark of his power. A jolt of electricity—gentle but sharp—made her cry out, her back arching off the bed.
"Sensitive," he murmured, more to himself than her. "Perfect."
The magical toy continued its steady thrusts, adjusting rhythm with her heartbeat, each movement tuned to tease and overwhelm. Nova circled her clit again with that crackling spark, this time a little longer. A little crueler.
Then, as her breath hitched and legs began to tremble, he shifted lower, hands spreading her cheeks apart. His thumb found that other entrance—still slick, still pliant from earlier—and pressed inward, slowly sinking in.
"Nova—oh—oh god—" she moaned, nearly sobbing.
He smirked against her skin. "That's it. Filled front and back. My greedy little Lily."
She tried to move—rock her hips, chase friction—but he pinned her again with his body, caging her under him like a predator with its prey. His cock was heavy against her thigh, throbbing with the need he hadn't yet unleashed.
But not yet.
She would come undone first.
His fingers returned to her clit, the toy still fucking her in perfect rhythm, his thumb buried deep in her ass. Every time she bucked, she only made it worse—amplifying her own torment.
"Come," Nova ordered, voice like a command from a throne. "Come for me now."
And she did. Shaking and screaming. Her body spasmed beneath him as the orgasm ripped through her—wave after wave, her cunt clenching around the toy, her body twitching around every place he filled her.
Only when the tremors began to fade did he withdraw his magic, letting the toy vanish in a shimmer of black sparks.
Then, finally, he took her.
With one savage thrust, Nova drove into her—hard, deep, and unforgiving. Her slick heat swallowed him effortlessly, a wet sound echoing from the sudden invasion. She cried out, high and broken, the sound torn from her throat like it had been waiting—aching—for him.
Her legs clamped around his waist, pulling him deeper, heels digging into the small of his back. Every inch of her stretched to fit him, every nerve ending flared alive. She trembled beneath him, whimpering softly, then louder as he began to move.
He didn't ease in.
He claimed.
Each thrust was sharp, brutal—perfect. The wet slap of flesh on flesh filled the room, loud and rhythmic, accompanied by her moans, rising in pitch with every collision. His hips snapped forward with ruthless precision, making her body jerk beneath him with each impact, the bed groaning under their weight.
She sobbed his name between moans, her voice raw and wrecked.
"Ah—Nova—oh God—"
Her nails bit into his shoulders, dragging down his back, clawing for purchase as his pace became merciless. His skin slapped against hers, thighs hitting the back of hers with a meaty smack that reverberated with every thrust. Sweat dripped from his brow onto her chest, the scent of sex and heat thick in the air.
Her body shook, thighs quivering around his waist, slick and twitching. She gasped with every withdrawal, whimpered with every drive forward—wet sounds growing louder, faster, messier.
"You're mine," he growled against her throat, lips brushing damp skin, voice guttural and low. "Say it."
She barely had breath left, but she obeyed—eyes fluttering, mouth open in bliss.
"I'm—yours—Nova—I'm yours—"
That was all it took.
With a growl that started deep in his chest and exploded out of him, he slammed into her one last time, burying himself completely. His climax hit hard—his body seizing, cock pulsing as he spilled inside her. She cried out again as she felt it, her walls tightening around him, milking every drop with involuntary spasms.
The sound of his breath—ragged, shaky—mingled with her soft whimpers and the fading slap of bodies slowly coming to stillness.
He collapsed beside her, chest heaving, heart pounding so loud she could hear it through his skin. She curled into him, her body trembling, coated in sweat, her thighs sticky and sore but still twitching.
Her hand found his chest, right over his heart.
She smiled against his skin.
"Still deep in thought?"
Nova gave a breathless chuckle, brushing sweat-damp strands from her cheek. "Not anymore."
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