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Harry Potter: Returns Back From Game of Thrones (ASOIAF) - 3
🕑 Added 2025-09-22 11:43:17 +0000 UTCChapter 3: Intelligence
"I see."
"My father was a wizard, my mother was a witch, and based on my childhood experiences, I'm most likely a wizard too."
"You once wanted to become a witch but failed."
"Wizards must act in secret. Their identities can't be made public. For instance, my parents couldn't openly use magic in places where Muggles gathered, or there'd be trouble."
"There are special people who handle these matters."
"The government won't interfere with wizards' affairs—they only cover up the truth."
Harry's mood grew heavy. "My parents didn't die in a car accident like you claimed... let me guess, they were murdered."
Harry could tell his aunt wasn't lying, though her description might lean toward her own perspective. She clearly didn't know many details, like exactly how his parents died or who their enemies in the magical world were.
Harry had previously accepted that his parents died in a car accident, but now knowing there was more to the story...
"Could it be a witch hunt? Is my enemy the Church?"
Harry deployed his world-shocking wisdom to speculate.
Before crossing over, he naturally knew nothing about this world's wizarding situation. He could only understand slightly through "Muggle" books and television shows he'd seen.
Fortunately, the history of the A Song of Ice and Fire world had many similarities with this world's mediaeval period, especially British mediaeval history.
From the 5th to 9th centuries, the Anglo-Saxons who defeated the remaining Romans and Celts successfully invaded England. They also had a Seven Kingdoms era, with many coincidences to the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros.
Through studying history in the A Song of Ice and Fire world, many British and European historical details he'd only occasionally encountered before became vivid impressions.
After the fall of the Western Roman Empire until the 15th century, all of Europe entered the mediaeval period. During this thousand-year "Dark Age", Christianity became the only legitimate religion. All other religious practices were explained as demonic.
Whenever disasters occurred, people believed witches or demons were at work. When people violated social norms or religion, they were thought to be possessed by demons or witches themselves.
Wizards were demonic incarnations.
Righteous supernatural power came only from God and was possessed only by the Church.
Such thinking continued until the end of the mediaeval period. Many people died horrifically under fire or other tortures after being labelled "heretics" or "witches".
The first large-scale witch hunt was handled by the Inquisition. Harry didn't know the specific content, but he knew this gave all witch hunting legal validity.
Equivalent to issuing warrants for all wizards or those suspected of wizardry.
Generally speaking, the more powerful someone was, the less they believed in so-called gods.
Harry himself constantly said nonsense like "Seven hells" only because the Seven had many believers and were convenient to control and utilise.
Even in a world where supernatural powers existed and gods were active, Harry only believed gods might have amazing power but definitely weren't good things—the Great Other was thus, and R'hllor likewise.
If Harry truly had faith, he only believed in his own fists.
Britain also had legends of Druids and Merlin the wizard. Legend said Merlin was baptised, so though he was truly a half-blood demon's son, he wasn't considered demonic—maybe because he was especially good at fighting? Or especially powerful?
Harry was still seeing through fog with these matters, only able to guess based on limited information... Though one thing was certain: someone was hunting them.
Harry heard it.
Super hearing was also strength!
They came really fast—Vernon had only reached the island tonight.
Harry directly knocked out Vernon, putting him to sleep so he'd stop making noise, and told Petunia to be quiet.
The pursuers were urgent. Harry hadn't yet asked Aunt Petunia who sent those letters, whether enemy or friend, warning or threat... He'd ask later.
Looking through the door crack, he saw a burly man—no, it should be a half-giant—approaching.
The giant had clear purpose and carried anger. He came with ill intent.
Only Vernon's family and he were on the island.
Confirmed: enemy.
Could this be someone from the Inquisition?
Very good, not a nuclear bomb. Fightable.
He was riding a flying motorcycle. Harry could sense he had magical power and wasn't mortal.
After attributes reached certain levels, Harry gained the ability to sense others' related attributes.
With his super strength, looking at ordinary people, he could directly sense their specific values, with a margin of error not exceeding 1-2 points.
Even though this half-giant wasn't ordinary, with unusually high strength values and other attribute bonuses, while his own condition was poor with greatly declined strength and reduced identification ability, he could still judge this person's strength to be between 10-15 points.
Error wouldn't exceed five points... Most likely under 13 points. Harry left himself a two-point margin.
For Magic and Divine Power at 2 and 3 points, he could only roughly sense whether others had them or not.
What about this giant's magic?
Unable to sense specific values, planning for the worst—consider him magically profound with a physically altered body.
Dual mastery of magic and body. A formidable enemy!
He only knew one illumination spell, while his opponent surely knew more magic. Couldn't be careless—try to solve with close combat.
Pity his Lightbringer only had the sword soul, requiring a suitable medium to function as a burning sword. He was unfamiliar with the Soul of the Great Other and couldn't condense black ice javelins. Fighting without weapons in child form was disadvantageous.
As for Intelligence, he couldn't sense others' Intelligence, only guess. Harry speculated his 1 point Intelligence should be quite high? Possibly.
With high Charisma he could sense ordinary people had zero Charisma. Only rare great lords and White Walkers had any. The half-giant before him also had Charisma.
Harry unilaterally believed maybe most people had zero Intelligence too.
Actually, even if values weren't high, it didn't matter. His system's attributes were all types of power, showing all power was interconnected. Strength was precisely the reason for kingship.
Harry with the strongest strength naturally, also possessed the strongest Intelligence—he firmly believed this.
Though in the later period in the other world, he'd almost always relied on Tyrion as an external brain, not thinking much himself.
But he only focused energy on more important matters, like honing body and combat skills. Not truly unable to analyse.
For instance now, with so little intelligence, barely questioning Petunia's situation, he'd deduced secret information like Inquisition witch hunts and the Pope probably being an enemy.
This was his Great King of Strength's world-shocking Intelligence!
Though he didn't know who led the Church, how powerful they were, or where their stronghold was.
But no matter—Harry guaranteed he would find the Church leaders and destroy them.
Now, first deal with this Inquisition lackey before him. This half-giant witch hunter was clearly also a monster and wizard yet betrayed his origins.
BOOM!
Harry kicked the door flying, casting light on himself that might block some magical damage, or might be useless.
Turning his back to Petunia, he left one sentence: "No need to worry. No need to hide anymore."
Then he activated blood rage and charged the giant.
Hagrid had just dismounted his flying motorcycle, annoyed that Harry's 11th birthday cake had been crushed and deformed, when he saw a terrifyingly fast, blur-like small figure charging out.
"Galloping gorgons!"
What monster was this?!
BANG—
Couldn't dodge, couldn't block!
Hagrid considered himself skilled at taming magical creatures with rich crisis experience, but now could only feel shock without the ability to fight back.
Before Harry, he was like a green recruit.
The air-rending shriek slammed into his abdomen, his oak-thick ribs producing tooth-aching dull sounds.
The half-giant grunted. His tall, inhuman frame actually swayed from the hit, feet sinking three inches into muddy ground, splashing mud mixed with rainwater onto his tangled beard.
The second punch came faster. Having long lacked punching bags, with Harry usually holding back against everyone, he rarely encountered such weakness in himself while having an opponent he could use force against. Not thinking much, just continuously punching.
He'd used too much intelligence today—now his brain transmitted only one thought:
Fight. Exhilarating!
Exhaling instantly, with Stamina enhancement, the punch's wind even ignited pale blue arcs as it scraped air. This heavy blow precisely hit Hagrid. The half-giant's body flew up as if struck by a battering ram.
This punch was merely setup for the next, ensuring no evasion. The third punch would be the killing blow.
This punch carried thunderous momentum, unified with the sea storm, as if divine might had arrived and heaven and earth were offering a crown of blood and tears for the Fist King's birth.
The fist suddenly expanded half an inch before impact, veins bulging under skin like giant swimming pythons, body expanding and condensing.
Harry's entire Strength, Stamina, Magic, Divine Power, even Charisma controlling storms and Intelligence condensing self—all concentrated in one punch.
This punch would definitely kill the giant. Harry's word.
