New York, August 1991,

In the great hall of the International Wizarding Confederation, Colonel Kernel was talking suspiciously with his colleague. Besides him, there were also nearly fifty wizards gathered around talking nervously. In his entire life of serving in the self-defense army of the International Confederation of Wizards, he had never seen an event as curious, and mysterious as this one.

On the first Monday morning of the month, a blue orb mysteriously flew into the office, while the generals were discussing training tactics, as well as planning an attack on a terrorist organization in the US. The orb immediately exploded, and from it fell numerous letters with the same content, from a young man named Harry.

And yet, the content of these letters automatically read themselves out loud, as if thinking that if they don't do a thorough reading, they will think this is a childish prank and ignore them.

In the letter this young Harry sent to them, he not only considered himself valuable to the Confederation Army, but also firmly stated that he could easily defeat the best person in the Army, and hopefully they can arrange a duel for him to prove his talents at exactly 10 a.m, in two weeks time. If he couldn't beat them, it wouldn't cost them anything but a bit of time, but if he could really beat the experienced grandmaster, then he'd be willing to work and contribute to the Army, and they would acquire a valuable asset.

Colonel Kernel is an undefeated, experienced man who alone can handle up to ten young Aurors and still win. And yet this person dares to claim that he can defeat him? Is this the arrogance of ignorance, or the confidence of a competent person?

At about 10 a.m precise, a tiny boy, perhaps even a little over 11 years old, with messy black hair and round glasses pushed open the door and entered the arena. The colonel standing on the other side of the arena couldn't believe his eyes. A little boy?

"Young boy, you're not at school, why are you here to play?" asked a lieutenant, and his colleagues laughed.

The boy raised his eyebrows, crossed his arms confidently and defiantly:

"I was the one who sent that letter, I came here to challenge the best wizard here to a duel. The people who tried to stop me outside are all lying on the ground, if you want, you can go out and see for yourself."

The lieutenant couldn't believe it, so he ran out the door. Moments later, he poked his head in and said, his face incredulous, unable to believe that this is what a child could do:

"They're all lying out here, unconscious!"

Colonel Kernel now approached the boy and said, rubbing his forehead:

"Boy, you're probably from Ilvermorny Academy, and I have to admit that if you've beaten everyone out there, you're quite talented. But we can't send students into the Army."

The kid put his hands in his pockets, then shrugged:

"I don't need to go to school. I am a Squib. So if you want to recruit me, feel free."

At this point the whole hall burst into derisive laughter, and Colonel Kernel was furious. He shouted:

"A Squib?! A SQUIB like you arrogantly think you can beat me in a magical duel? Do you understand what Squib's definition is, brat? Squibs can't use magic!"

He grabbed the boy's collar:

"This must be a funny joke on your part. Staging this showdown, then using No-maj (in America they call Muggles as No-maj) tricks to knock everyone out there?! Say, what did you do?"

The boy still had his hands in his pockets, looking at the people in the room:

"Didn't I already say? I used magic to defeat them. If you don't believe me, get out there and we'll duel. Or are you afraid of being defeated by magic at the hands of a Squib?"

Provoked, the colonel let go of the boy, and then said to several junior lieutenants:

"Right, then, we'll see what you have. As a lowly Squib, you certainly cannot defeat me. Lieutenant David, you check the boy's body."

The boy casually raised his hands above his head for the lieutenant to check on him. When the lieutenant informed that the boy had nothing on him, the two slowly moved towards each other.

Colonel Kernel couldn't help but find this very strange. But his pride still convinced him that he can't lose, especially fighting a Squib who can't do magic. It's ridiculous.

"Wands at the ready! Three, two, one!"

Immediately after the last shout, the colonel released a paralyzing curse as fast as lightning, without opening his mouth to chant. His hand movements were so fast that those in the audience couldn't keep up with him. However, the child was no longer in front of him, facing him.

Before he could figure out where the boy had run off to, the colonel was suddenly struck by an intense feeling of seasickness, and then he lost all consciousness and collapsed on the floor. The entire hall stood up, roaring in surprise. Behind him, Harry stood, eyes cold, his face unchanging.

* * *

"How can you knock me unconscious, with that fast movement? If you can create magic, there's no way you would be considered a Squib." The colonel asked Harry, while taking an ice pack to his forehead.

Most of the relatively high-ranking military personnel stayed behind in the battle room to listen to Harry's explanation of his abilities, partly out of curiosity, partly out of confusion with his Squib status. More than half of them, despite seeing with their own eyes, still could not understand what happened before them.

Harry smiled:

"Colonel, did you know that there is another unit, smaller than magic?"

The colonel shook his head.

Harry continued:

"Magic is something all witches and wizards can control. But few people pay attention to units smaller than them, which we cannot see with the naked eye. One of them is Psion. Maybe it's because I'm a Squib that I discovered this. We Squib can still control Psion, and so we can see magic that No-maj (Muggle) can't. However, the degree of control over the Psion from our bodies isn't great enough to unleash real magic."

The colonel rolled his eyes, but continued to ask:

"You discovered the things that make up magic, it's really impressive. But what does that have to do with you knocking me out?"

Harry pointed a finger in the air, smiling mysteriously:

"Wizards like you perceive Psions as a natural thing, just like sound, or light. So if you received multiple Psion waves of different frequencies converging on one point, you would be knocked out of your equilibrium, and led to a phenomenon similar to motion sickness or severe broom-sickness. That's what knocked you unconscious."

A major, overhearing Harry's conversation up until now, interrupted him. He was a magician who specialized in magic structure research, and even he was only dimly aware of the existence of something smaller than magic itself. This boy not only discovered them, but was even able to manipulate them. It was something that if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, it would have been hard for him to believe it was true.

But, he quickly realized another surprising point in the boy's story:

"I have also found some evidence for this type of Psion wave you mentioned, but my research is quite fragmentary, it is surprising that you can use them so proficiently." Everyone else sitting on the bench turned around, listening intently to his explanation.

The major continued with his point of doubt:

"But if what you've explained really is something you did, then the different frequency magic waves would be extremely difficult to combine. It is possible to take frequency as a variable to calculate, but there are many other factors such as velocity, coherence point, etc."

The whole room suddenly became silent, because they've gradually realized this boy's anomaly. The Colonel could hardly believe it. How could a human...? He hesitantly asked:

"Could it be...you calculated all those variables in a split second?"

Harry then leaned back on the bench, smiling sadly:

"Having the ability to multivariate adjust for Psion, unfortunately, is not the criteria by which to judge whether a person is a wizard or a squib. In this world, it was necessary to actually cast magic in order to be considered a wizard or a witch. So, whatever the outcome, I'm still just a Squib."

The colonel never felt that the so-called prejudice about Squib became more stupid and nonsense than this moment. He himself also always prided on thinking that Squibs were pieces of junk, a bunch of useless people. But that had nearly cost him a precious golden goose. If he had said no to the duel, he would've never discovered a boy this talented. This boy proved to him that even a Squib who can't use magic can defeat a wizard in a straight duel of magic.

According to the laws of today's wizarding society, this child will not be allowed to study magic, nor be recognized as a wizard. His natural talent will be marred by the rejection and discrimination of generations of wizards and heavy traditions that have always viewed Squib as inferior, unworthy of their magical bloodline and inheritance.

He is determined. No matter what, he will do his best so that this child can have a successful magical career, even if he is Squib. This kid's talent is beyond imagination, and he deserves to be recognized as who he is and what he is capable of.

He held out his hand to Harry:

"Welcome, Harry. The International Wizarding Confederation's Self-Defense Army is honored to have you."

* * *

It was not until October that Harry received a reply from Dumbledore, allowing him to work as a Caretaker with Argus Filch, and to assist Professor Charity Burbage in Muggle Studies. Of course, much of this delay came from the disapproval of the current Caretaker, Argus Filch. The man kept worrying that he had been put into early retirement, until Dumbledore assured him that Harry was only coming to work as co-caretaker, not to replace him.

In the meantime, he continued to complete his research on Psion to be ready for publication, and Colonel Kernel also provided the best conditions to help him. Of course, this can't be done right away, because he needs to gather enough evidence, and also have to prepare to defend his theory, so it will probably be a few years before the world knows of the existence of Psion.

The colonel also gave him the position of Special lieutenant in the Army, because he was not a true wizard, so it was impossible to give him a rank according to the system. Although the colonel had enthusiastically fought for it with his superiors, the old thinking of people is still hard to change. Harry didn't feel too bad either, because the position still gave him a good salary, and more importantly, he would have time to work at Hogwarts if there were no important tasks.

(Author: During this time, Harry also showed off many other types of his abilities to the army, but because of the plot's attractiveness, I apologize for not revealing them here :))

On top of that, Harry couldn't wait to see his younger brother again, and wondered if Adrian had made great progress in learning magic.