"So… Mr., what is a wizard?" Harry asked Vison nervously.
Vison came back to his senses, looking at the confused boy in front of him. He smiled gently. It was clear that Harry already suspected he was different.
"My name is Eldrein Vissen, a wizard," Vison said softly, with a kind glint in his eyes. "Simply put, a wizard is someone who can use magic, just like I did just now."
He waved his wand, gesturing for Harry to look at his clothes and hair, which were now completely dry.
To explain further, Vison demonstrated another spell.
"Flames, flare!"
A small spark of fiery red shot out from Vison's wand. The flames danced in the air, making Harry's heart race with excitement.
"Can I do things like that too?" Harry asked, his face flushing red.
"Of course you can, unless you're an idiot," Vison chuckled, spreading his hands. "But you'll have to wait until you're eleven. Then, you'll get a letter from Hogwarts."
"Hogwarts?"
"A school of magic," Vison explained. "A place where you'll learn to use your powers. You'll like it there."
Harry was stunned.
He was a wizard!
His mind flashed back to when he had talked to a snake at the zoo and made the glass disappear.
So that was magic too?
Seeing Harry frozen in thought, Vison patted his shoulder. Eldrein Vissen was known for being friendly and kind, never hesitating to help, especially when he sensed goodness in others. If this boy matched the Harry Potter described in the original books, Vison would gladly offer his help.
"Mr. Potter," Vison said gently, "are you alright?"
Harry snapped out of his thoughts and nodded.
"Good. Let's go outside. This isn't the best place to chat." Vison steered Harry toward the entrance, and the door opened automatically.
As Harry stepped through, he found himself back in the pot shop where he had started.
He watched in surprise as Vison tapped the standing door with his wand.
The door shrank and folded itself until it became a suitcase.
Vison placed the suitcase on the table.
"Sit down, Mr. Potter. I'm sure you have a lot of questions."
"Just call me Harry, Mr. Vison," Harry replied obediently, feeling an unusual warmth towards the stranger.
"Tea or milk?" Vison asked, but then decided on his own. "Milk it is—it'll help you grow taller."
Harry blinked. Even for a ten-year-old, he knew he was small and thin.
Vison tapped the suitcase. "My dear, a cup of black tea and a cup of milk."
The box creaked open from within. Two vines—Devil's Snare—stretched out, each holding a drink. The vine handed Harry the milk and even gave his head a light pat before retreating.
"Uh… thank you," Harry stammered, taking the cup with both hands.
"It seems to like you," Vison said with a smile.
After that, Vison patiently answered Harry's questions.
Harry spoke about the strange incidents he'd experienced: his hair regrowing overnight, vanishing the glass at the zoo, and once even floating in the air after stepping on a trash bag.
"Those are magic power riots, Harry. Every young wizard has them."
"Magic power riot? Mr. Vison, did you have them too?"
Vison chuckled. "Ah, let me think… Oh yes, I was ten when my sister used up my favorite green paint. In anger, I turned everyone's hair in the family green—except my father's."
He laughed at the memory.
His father had been bald at the time.
Harry exhaled in relief.
He had always thought he was the only one who caused strange things.
Yet now, he felt like he belonged.
But a pang of sadness touched him too—Vison's talk of family reminded him of his own loss. If only his parents were alive, perhaps he wouldn't have to endure the bullying from his aunt and uncle…
Time slipped by, and before long, it was noon.
"Oh no!" Harry jumped up suddenly.
He had completely forgotten about buying chocolate for Dudley.
His aunt and uncle would surely be furious.
But even as panic rose, he didn't regret today's encounter. Compared to what he'd learned, his relatives' scolding seemed trivial now.
"I have to go home now, Mr. Vison."
His eyes showed reluctance.
Vison nodded and waved his wand. An umbrella floated from behind the counter and landed softly in Harry's hand.
"See you next time, Harry."
After Harry left, Vison remained seated, thoughtful.
Harry Potter?
A polite, well-mannered child—that was Vison's first impression.
Other than that, he didn't feel anything particularly extraordinary.
"Well then, time to get back to work."
He rose, grabbed the suitcase from the table, and threw it to the floor.
The moment it hit the ground, the suitcase expanded and unfolded back into a tall door.
This was Vison's portable door—a magical item he had crafted himself.
It could disguise itself as an ordinary suitcase when necessary.
Vison stepped through the door and arrived at a vast, open grassland surrounded by dense forest. In the center stood three enormous sheds—the one Harry had stumbled into earlier was just one of them.
At the heart of this secret space stood a towering oak tree, nearly twenty meters tall.
Its massive branches stretched wide like ancient arms, glowing faintly with a pulsing green light, as if the tree itself was breathing.
This was the Tree of Wisdom—Vison's greatest creation.
Eight years of effort had gone into growing this living masterpiece.
Vison approached and called out in his mind.
"Eldra, show me my current status."
The branches swayed gently, the green light flickering rhythmically like a heartbeat.
Almost instantly, a stream of information flowed into Vison's consciousness.
[Name: Eldrein Vissen]
[Profession: Wizard]
[Status: Slightly tired]
[Ability: Plant Aberration Control]
[Magic Power Reserve: 98%]
Yes, that was the Tree of Wisdom's true power—it could sense and analyze everything around Vison and transmit it in a clear, panel-like format inside his mind.
At first, Eldra could only display Vison's name.
But as it grew stronger, it could gather more and more complex information.
In many ways, the Tree of Wisdom was like a living, all-knowing entity.
A kind of guardian spirit or personal oracle.
As for its origin, it was the result of Vison's unique ability: Plant Aberration Control.
With this skill, he could manipulate plants in ways nature never intended—altering them, enhancing them, even mutating them into forms that defied normal botany.
The Tree of Wisdom, or Eldra, was the pinnacle of his experimentation—an aberration, yes, but also his proudest achievement.