"This is bad…"

Harry frowned as he sat on the mattress in his room, reading a letter that just arrived from U.A.

"What is?" Came Kamui Wood's voice. When Harry looked up, he saw the other man leaning against the door frame. A quick glance at the clock on the wall told him that it was time for Kamui to close up the office.

With a shrug, Harry handed the letter to his guardian, who took it with a questioning look in his eyes.

"What's wrong with this?" Kamui said after giving it an once over. "The entrance exam is one week from now. That's normal, isn't it?"

"For you, maybe," Harry sighed. "Where I am from, we all got registered into this sort of school from birth, as long as you have magic. Also, It's strictly magic training. No mundane subjects. It's been that way ever since I was eleven."

"Oh…" Kamui's eyes widened, finally figuring out the problem. "You won't be able to pass the written test."

"I can pass the Japanese and English tests," Harry retorted. "When I heard about U.A's entrance exam, I just chalked it up as practical only."

"I… didn't anticipate this," Kamui narrowed his eyes at the letter. "One week… Not enough time to cram everything, and cheating will be found out easily. You're right. This is bad."

"How are they going to prevent cheating?" Harry asked.

"Not allowing you to bring anything unnecessary into the room, camera surveillance. They also ban the use of Quirks during the written portion of the exam. Unauthorized uses of Quirks will be detected by the school's defense system, so don't even think of trying it."

"Sounds pretty standard for something like U.A."

"It is," Kamui nodded. "Doesn't mean it's not effective though. Between traditional methods, the school's defense, and the teachers with their own Quirks who will be keeping an eye on you, it's impossible to cheat."

Harry was a little surprised. Kamui Woods had always been a little too serious when it comes to his job. However, judging by the tone of his voice and his gestures, it didn't seem like he was against cheating when it came to getting Harry into U.A.

"Don't count it out yet," finally, Harry said, twirling his wand between his fingers. "U.A's security might not pick up on my magic."

"You keep saying that," Kamui let out a resigned sigh. "Let's pretend that 'magic' is not a Quirk, we don't know how it's going to fare against Quirk detection. But it sounds like you have an idea you want to try."

"Hmm… I'm thinking of a thing or two. Not right now though. I'll need your help in a couple of days to test my theory."

"Can you at least tell me about it first?"

"I can, but it's mostly a wild idea right now, nothing concrete yet. I'm not even sure if I can make it works," Harry scratched his head. "But if it does, you will be the one doing all the written tests in my place. Is that okay?"

"How does that even work? Unless your 'magic' has something to change my appearance," Kamui's eyes widened.

"It does, actually," Harry laughed. "But no, we won't go down that route. I don't have the time or resources to do that. Besides, the process to change your appearance is excruciating. No, instead, we will try to smuggle a magically enchanted item into U.A and see if the defense picks up on it."

"And that item will somehow allow me to do the test in your place?"

"Exactly," Harry nodded. "Can you do it though? The test, I mean."

"Hopefully with a bit of revision. It's been almost ten years since I last touched a textbook," Kamui looked a little dejected as he said so. It was understandable, the memories of preparing for the exams at Hogwarts still bored Harry out of his mind whenever he thought about them.

"Better than me," Harry shrugged. "I need to make the item first though. It will take a few days."

"In the meantime I'll try to think of something in case it doesn't work out," Kamui said. He then hesitated for a moment before speaking again. This time, his gaze had shifted from Harry to the object standing in the corner of his room. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Go ahead."

"What is that set of armor doing in here? And where did you get it?"

Harry followed his eyes and grinned as he saw the armor in question. It was an exact replica of the armor sets at Hogwarts. Of course, that made it painfully out of place in Kamui's small bedroom.

"Just a side project. Remember how I can change one object into another?"

"Transfiguration, yes, you told me about it awhile ago," Kamui nodded.

"Right, back in my old school, these are used to decorate the hallways. I've been bringing scrap metal back here and transfigure them into this," said Harry as he stood up, walking over to the to the result of his labor and placed one hand on the chest piece. "Nice, eh?"

"It's very detailed," Kamui stepped further into the room and was now inspecting the armor. "But why? You can't be holing up in here over the past week just to decorate your bedroom."

"Well, that's true. It's no mere decoration. It can be commanded to fight for me. After the last incident, I don't want to be caught alone again."

"Hoh, interesting. You have a lot of tricks up your sleeve," Kamui's eyes were still glued to the armor, as if he was seeing a great piece of art. "I don't know how well a suit of armor will do against someone with physically enhancement Quirk though, like All Might. Maybe in large number they can be used as an distraction…"

Harry nodded. He had seen footages of the number one Hero - All Might, and how devastating his attacks could be. He wasn't sure how much the armor could withstand against that. Harry had enhanced its durability and placed Unbreakable Charm on individual parts, but a strong enough force could still cause some deformation or damage the joints, which could only be reinforced to a certain degree before it prevented the armor from moving smoothly.

"I thought strength like All Might is unique?" Harry asked.

"Well, it is, but the others can be scary nonetheless. Remember Mt. Lady? Imagine the weight of a twenty meters giant comes crashing down on you and you'll see my point."

"That's scary, alright," Harry chuckled, remembering the messy Hero. He had seen her quite a few times on TV, but they had never met again in person ever since their first encounter. She seemed to be doing well though. "But we will never know for sure until it's tested on the field. I plan to bring this one to the practical portion of the entrance exam."

"That's a good idea," Kamui nodded. "Can you command it to do anything right now?"

"Not yet," Harry gave him a sheepish grin. "My mentor taught me this specific enchantment a few years back, but I haven't been using it all that often. I will need some more testing to refresh my memory before making a fully working suit. Just wait until the day of the exam."

Just when Harry finished that sentence, the suit of armor raised its arm and swatted at the back of Kamui's head when he was turning away, emitting a loud noise as the metal collided with his wooden mask. Kamui let out an 'Ugh' as he turned to look at it in surprise, before shifting his glare to Harry, whose shoulders were shaking from holding back his laughter.

"That," Harry raised one hand in front of him, while the other was used to cover his grin. "Was a malfunction."

"I'm sure," Kamui growled and massaged the spot where he was hit.

"It works."

That was Kamui's first words as he entered his office, where Harry was lounging on the sofa and watching the report about the most recent case of a Pro Hero with the alias 'Best Jeanist', a rather stylist individual.

"Which one? My item or U.A's defense?" Harry asked and turned down the volume.

"Yours," Kamui threw himself down on an empty armchair. "I brought it with me into U.A to take care of some final paperworks for you, and they didn't detect anything."

"That's good news," Harry smiled and sighed and relief. He had been anxious all morning, waiting for the result.

"It is," Kamui nodded and reached into his pocket and took out a pair of glasses. "So, care to tell me how this works yet?"

"Of course, but you'll have to tell me your real name first."

"Not this again…" Kamui groaned, but before he could get any further, Harry raised a hand to stop him.

"No, you need to tell me, Kamui," he said in a firm voice, trying to convey his seriousness. "This only works if I know your real name. Besides, if I'm going to become your Sidekick one day, I will need you to show me a little trust here."

"But your Quirk…"

"Is magic," Harry answered without missing a beat. "You don't believe me. That's not my problem. I've known it as 'magic' since the day I discovered it. I don't care what you're going to classify it as, but to me, it's 'magic'."

Silence then fell between them as they engaged in a staring match for a long while, before Kamui finally backed down, slumping against his chair and sighed.

"That's… fine. You've made your point. It's Shinji Nishiya. But I'll have to ask you to keep calling me Kamui."

"Of course," Harry nodded. "Put those glasses on."

He then waited until Kamui had done so, before picking up a random magazine on the table and tapped a finger on the frame of his own glasses.

"Shinji Nishiya."

A surprised gasp from Kamui was enough to confirm that the enchantment worked.

"This…" Kamui stuttered and narrowed his eyes, while leaning forward as if he was trying to get a better look of something. "This is a page in that magazine. Am I seeing what you're looking at right now?"

"Neat, isn't it?" Harry grinned and looked up from the magazine, showing Kamui his own face.

"Weird…" He murmured. "It's like looking at a mirror right now, but not really, since I can only see it with my left eye. And… Am I hearing your voice through these glasses?"

"Yes. Dismiss," Harry tapped his own glasses again to cut the connection and spare his guardian from any further headache. "I can't have you blinded when the connection is on. You can guess what's going to happen now, right? I'll 'call' you during the test and let you see the questions. You solve them, tell me the answers and I'll write them down."

"That could work," Kamui nodded before taking off the glasses and stared at it. "Does it work the other way around? Could you see what I was looking at?"

"No," Harry shook his head. "The completed version of this enchantment can do that and more, but I only had a few days to cook it up, so it's not finished. It will serve our need for now though."

"Of course…" Kamui murmured again. "But these 'enchantment' things… There are so many possibilities with them, from the armor in your room, and these glasses. What else can you do?"

"Sorry for disappointing you, but not much more," Harry shrugged. He then continued speaking after seeing Kamui's confused look. "Well, to enchant things, you will need at least a decent understanding of two subjects called Charms, and Runes. Unfortunately, I suck at both."

"But you made these, didn't you?"

"Only because I was taught the specific methods to create them," Harry said. "Which charm to perform, and which Rune to use on which location. I'm just recreating these things without truly understand how they work…" He then paused, considering his words for awhile. "Well… That's not completely true. I'm not that dumb. When working with them I managed to figure something out for myself, and can do some minor modifications if needed, but that's about it. I can't create something entirely new."

"But why? It sounds so useful," Kamui blinked and looked down at the glasses. "If I were you I would want to study about that subject all I could."

"I didn't exactly have time when a maniac was after my life," Harry gave him a dry snicker. "Had to prioritize subjects that will keep me alive. My mentor's specialization was Transfiguration, so I took that up, plus Curses and some useful Charms, and a couple of effective, but crude healing spells. The rest of my knowledge is all basic stuff that you can learn during the first few years in school."

Kamui looked like he was about to say something else, but got interrupted by the alarm from his phone. He pulled it out of his pocket, gave it a glance and narrowed his eyes for a moment, before looking back up at Harry and said.

"Sorry, some small fries is making a ruckus down at the mall. Got to go."

"Need any help?" Harry raised an eyebrow.

"No. Don't you dare going anywhere near the scene," Kamui shook his head and walked out of the door. "Just finish up your armor or something and keep out of trouble."

Finally, the day of the entrance exam arrived.

The written portion came first, so, despite being so nervous about it, Harry was a little relieved to get it out of the way sooner rather than later.

At eight sharp, he found himself looking at U.A's entrance with a large crowd of examinees. Some of them were so nervous that they were turning a little green, some excited, and some mumbling all the stuff that they had studied beforehand with a focused expression. Overall, the scene reminded Harry of his first day at Hogwarts, together with a bunch of other first years who had no idea what they were going to face during the Sorting ceremony.

He chuckled. The fond memory helped him to calm down a little. It was a little strange when he thought about it. The one who had faced down a Dark Lord in a life and death battle was now feeling anxious about taking a high school entrance exam.

Harry worked his way through the crowd until he was right in front of the gate. He took a deep breath and stepped through before looking around.

No alarm or any indicator that something was amiss. No one was rushing out to stop him either. That was, for most of the times, a good sign.

"Excuse me…?"

Before he could take another step, Harry felt a light tap on his shoulder and turned around to see himself looking up a vaguely familiar head full of green hair. It took him a few second to rake his memory before he remembered the boy in front of him.

"Oh… You are…"

"It's really you!"

They both said at the same time before stopping themselves. An awkward moment of silence followed before Harry chuckled and said.

"You're the one from back then, right? The muddy Villain incident?"

"Yes," the boy nodded and averted his eye. "Erm… Thank you for saving me that day. I was so surprised when I found out later that you weren't a Hero. Even more so when I saw you in the crowd just now."

"Why?" Harry raise an eyebrow. "What's so surprising about me taking U.A's entrance exam?"

"Because you look… old," the boy looked up at Harry only to hastily continued speaking after seeing his reaction. "No… not 'old'... You're still young, of course. But you look older than me and the other examinees…"

"It's because I am older," Harry gave the boy a stern look, making him squirm a little, before beginning to laugh. "Don't worry about it, just messing with you there. You're right though. I am seventeen. Normally I would take some other courses that are available to people like me instead of going to a high school like U.A. But my guardian insists. He wants nothing but the best, so here I am. A little out of the norm, but he said he took care of it."

"Your guardian is Kamui Woods, right? I remember reading about it a few days after you rescued me."

"Got it in one," Harry grinned.

"I'm a big fan of All Might, but Kamui Woods is also a famous Hero," the boy said. "You're so lucky, being able to see a Pro Hero every day."

"Maybe? I'm not sure," Harry shrugged. "He's a cool enough bloke, but his cooking is terrible, I tell you."

"Is that so?" The boy's eyes widened for a moment before he started chuckling. "That's unexpected. Let me write that down."

He then reached into his backpack and pulled out a pen and a notebook that had clearly seen better days. Harry let the curiosity got the better of him, and glanced over as the boy started scribbling something into one of the pages.

"Is that… information about the Heroes?" He asked.

"Ah, yes. It's a hobby," said the boy before snapping the notebook shut. "You don't mind, right? Most people just told me that it's a waste of time."

"No, not really," Harry shrugged. "If you like it then just do it. Besides, all those information may come in handy someday."

"That's what I think too," for the first time, a bright smile showed up on the boy's face. "By the way, I'm Izuku Midoriya. But call me Izuku, please."

"Harry Potter, and you can call me whatever. Come on, let's see where they are going to sit us."

The two of them then trudged through the large school yard toward a couple of information boards where the majority of examinees were gathering. After a few minutes of name scanning, Harry found his name listed on the list of test room six, while Izuku went to test room seven.

"Looks like we're in different rooms," said Harry.

"Yes," Izuku sighed. When Harry looked over, he saw the boy had once again reverted back to his nervous state and was shaking slightly. With a grin, Harry raised his hand and slapped Izuku's back.

"Ouch! What was that for?"

"Call it shock therapy. Just calm down, you'll be fine."

"Eh… Right, thanks," Izuku nodded. He was still looking unsure, but at least the shaking had stopped.

"U.A's entrance exam will begin in twenty minutes. All examinees please go to your designated test room, listed on the notice boards in front of the test building."

The announcement boomed through the entire yard, making several people almost jump out of their skin, Izuku included. Harry had to admit that he was a little shocked himself.

"That was Present Mic's voice," Izuku said while massaging his chest and taking in deep breaths in order to calm down.

"You sure know your Heroes," Harry commented, wondering just how extensive the information in Izuku's notebook was, and how much effort he had put into that thing in order to recognize a Hero by their voice. "Well, I guess we will see each other later in the practical part. You go on ahead, I need to duck into the bathroom real quick. Good luck."

"Good luck," Izuku gulped and walked into the building.

Harry took off in another direction, but not toward the bathroom. Actually, he didn't even know where the bathroom was. He just needed a secluded enough spot to ring Kamui before going into the exam room. Said spot wasn't easy to find, since despite the enormous size of U.A, there were just too many examinees and their families waiting around. In the end though, Harry managed to get far away from the crowd and tapped on his glasses' frame.

"Shinji Nishiya."

"Harry," a few seconds later, he heard Kamui's voice. "I see you're inside the school already. When will the test begin?"

"In around fifteen minutes," Harry said. "I'll head back to the test room now and won't be able to say anything until it's over. My test result is now in your hand."

"I'll do my best," came a long sigh from the other end.

By Kamui's own estimation, Harry should be able to pass the written part. It was a stroke of luck that the questions were actually easy this year. All that was left was the practical portion.

When he first got out of the test room, Harry was feeling quite relieved while a surge of excitement rose up in his chest. Kamui had told him about the way they used to test the examinees' Quirk when he was in school. There were even some old footages floating on the internet. That gave Harry enough information to make a rough estimate of the threat level that he would be facing, which wasn't all that hard.

The important thing was to test his animated armor's capacity in battle. Harry had done everything he could in the given timeframe. There were still rooms for improvement, but for now, it was acceptable for a prototype. Given its limitations, Harry chose to fit it with a shield and an one-handed sword, both of which had been reinforced to the best of his ability.

Unfortunately, before the exciting part came, Harry was required to attend a presentation where they explained the finer details of the exam. When he entered the school's function hall, his eyes immediately seeked out Izuku. However, it seemed like the boy was already sitting with his friend, and all of their surrounding seats were filled. Not wanting to intrude, Harry didn't call out to them, but chose a seat in the back row, behind a girl with long, black ponytail and sat down, waiting for the event to begin.

Sensing some movement behind her, the girl turned around just enough to take a glance at him. Harry only gave her a smile and tilted his head in lieu of greeting, to which she returned with a small nod before turning away again, just in time for Present Mic to enter the stage.

Harry chuckled at the professor's costume. To be fair, Present Mic's was probably the most 'normal' one that he had seen thus far, if it wasn't for the speaker on his neck and his ridiculous hairstyle that no doubt took him hours every morning to get it to look that way.

Present Mic then began the explanation. His speech was a little flashy, but to the point nonetheless. Basically, the examinees would enter the testing area and defeat as many opponents as they could before the time ran out. There were three types of enemies and one 'gimmick' that was worth zero point. That last bit was revealed after the interruption of one examinee with short black hair. Said boy was sitting too far from Harry, way up at the front, so he wasn't able to figure out anything else about him beside the fact that he gave off an overly serious vibe.

It reminded Harry of Hermione in her first year, before becoming friend with him and Ron.

Merlin… I miss those two, Harry sighed, wondering what his friends back home were doing right now.

"Bloody hell…"

Harry murmured with widened eyes as he took in the sight of the testing site. When he heard that the site was built to simulate a real city district, he didn't expect it to be a real district, size wise. According to what Present Mic said during the presentation, everything here was all part of U.A's campus.

Just how big was this school exactly?

Apparently, that question was also running through everyone else's mind as they just stood rooted to the spot and gaped at the scenery. No one even made an effort to move inside, until Present Mic's voice came again.

"What are you guys waiting for?"

"Eh… A start signal, sir?" Someone said from the back.

"Do you think a Villain will give you a signal before he attacks? Go! Now! Get your legs moving!"

That snapped everyone out of their daze. Instantly, they rushed into the city, seeking out opponents. It was actually a sight to behold when everybody used their Quirks at once, trying to get an edge in the competition. There was a bloke with a speed Quirk, who was now at the lead of the entire group, followed closely by a fancy bloke, who was propelling himself forward using some kind of laser beam that shot out of his... stomach...?

Harry blinked. That was quite creative. Weird, but creative.

"You there. Why are you still here?" Present Mic asked.

"Sorry, I'll go right now," Harry grinned at the ceiling, where the voice came from, before taking the shrunken armor out of his pocket, returning it to its original size and activated it with a tap of his wand. He still hadn't remembered how to create the voice activation like professor McGonagall did, but he was getting there.

Taking another quick glance around to scan the battlefield, Harry soon spotted an enemy robot a long distance away. No one had reached that place yet, so he should have some time to rake up some points in order to pass the test. Placing a hand on the armor's shoulder piece, he then turned on his heel and disappeared with a 'Pop'.

A second later, the two of them appeared right in front of the robot, which was at least three heads taller than Harry. It immediately took notice of their presences, rearing its head and struck out with the metal fist. With a flick of his wand, a transparent shield snapped up, parrying the attack. Harry could feel the impact on his Shield charm, but it was nowhere strong enough to make a crack on it.

The armor took that chance to spring into action. It dashed forward and took a large, upward swing, which severed the robot's left arm and leg from the rest of its body. Before it managed to hit the ground, Harry delivered the finishing strike with a Confringo curse to its head, before banishing the remains toward another enemy that had just appeared out of the corner of his eyes, blocking the pair of giant guns that it used in place of hands, just before it started firing.

"BOOOOMMM!"

The robot remains took the rain of bullets and exploded into pieces, leaving behind a thick screen of fire and smoke. Not wasting even a second on hesitation, Harry's armor leapt through it, sword raised. It wasn't quick enough, and the enemy managed to fire off the guns again. Harry grimaced as the noise of lead bullets collided with the metal armor reached his ears.

When the smoke finally cleared up, Harry walked closer and saw his armor standing still. At its feet was the heap of metal with sparks flying out of the place where the robot head was a few seconds ago.

Upon closer inspection, he realized that the armor had used its shield to block most of the incoming bullets. A few still managed to get through though, and they left a couple of scorch marks where they hit. On the other hand, there was no visible dent that Harry could see, so the armor could at least withstand this much damage. He had already expected this, but it was still a relief to see the result with his own eyes.

"Maybe I should try to find an enemy with stronger attacks," Thought Harry. Back at the presentation, Present Mic talked about the types of robot that they would encounter, and there was a type that attacked by releasing a barrage of mini rockets at their target.

Finding it, on the other hand, proved to be a challenge. During the time it took them to deal with the first two robots, the other examinees had caught up and spreaded out through the entire city district. The aftermath of their battles could be seen everywhere Harry laid his eyes on. Broken walls, fallen lamp posts, and buildings on fire became a more common occurrences the further he got into the testing site. Harry, for his part, wasn't quite sure if causing this much collateral damage was what a Hero should do, before reminding himself that the people fighting here weren't quite Hero yet. Heck, they hadn't even started training.

Knowing that he was being observed, Harry decided to join in with his armor in destroying the stray enemies that came their way as they walked, choosing to ducks into small buildings and alleys instead of the main streets. Since the rest of the examinees were focused on defeating what was in front of their eyes instead of looking for enemies in the more secluded parts of the city, that left Harry with an abundant of points that would hopefully be enough for him to pass the practical portion.

At the seven-minute mark, the armor finally took the first 'serious' damage when it was sandwiched by two melee-type robots. The first one suddenly jumped out from behind a wall and struck, only to be blocked by the shield, causing a loud 'Clang' noise to echo through the air. The force behind it though, was enough to made the armor's legs bucked for a moment.

It soon recovered, but wasn't able to push back, as the second robot jumped down from a roof above and attacked its defenseless back. Harry raised an eyebrow when he saw that instead of dodging, his armor braced itself, fixing it stance and took the punch straight on, before spinning on it heels in one smooth motion, ramming his opponent into the wall behind and process to bash its head in with the end of the kite shield. That left the other robot for Harry, who exploded its head with a lazy wave of his wand.

"So that attack made a dent," Harry murmured to himself as he moved closer to assert the damage. Since it was on the back of the armor, the dent wasn't a serious issue, but if that fist had struck one of the joints, it would probably have been enough to disable that entire arm or leg.

It proved that all of those reinforcing charms were still weaker than his shield charm alone, and that wasn't a good sign.

In the end, Harry wasn't able to find a rocket-type enemy, and time was running out. At nine-minute mark, he left the alleys and found himself on a big street, which was devastated even more than what he had seen up until this moment. The battle was coming to an end. The enemy's number was thinning quickly, and some of the examinees were now content with their scores and stopped fighting, while the others were still trying to gather some last minute points.

Everything was going well, and everyone, even Harry, had completely forgot about the existence of the Gimmick. They were rudely reminded of it when the ground started shaking, and the zero-point robot, which was the size of a building, made its way toward them.

"It's the Gimmick!" Somebody shouted.

"No point in fight it. I'm out of here," said another.

After that, one by one, the examinees started to retreat, which was a sensible course of action. The Gimmick was slow, so it wouldn't be able to catch up to them, and since it offered no point, Harry was considering to do the same himself. By now, he knew for sure that his armor wouldn't be able to go against that giant. He probably could, but again, no point.

With that in mind, Harry placed a hand on the armor's shoulder, readying to apparate back to the starting point. However, he stopped the moment his eyes caught the sight of a girl, who apparently tripped on the debris while running away. The Gimmick was now right on top of her, its gigantic foot raising slowly.

"Crap," Harry swore and whipped his wand upward. A summoning charm wouldn't be quick enough at this range, but since the Gimmick was so large, maybe a Bombarda Maxima could stagger it backward, then he could apparate in…

Before the incantation could left his mouth, Harry sensed something dashed past him from behind. When he finally realized what, or rather, who it was, his eyes widened and his jaw went slack.

It was Izuku. The timid, nervous boy that Harry met at the school gate just made a leap from behind him, all the way to the Gimmick's head, and with a big swing, he punched the giant robot. His monstrous strength was enough to punch a big gaping hole all the way through the enemy, making it stagger a few steps backward before collapsing. Harry had to kneel down and place one hand on the ground to prevent himself from falling during the following tremor as the Gimmick fell.

When he finally looked up, Harry was relieved to see that the girl had recovered, and was now floating a flat metal piece with herself on it up onto the air and 'caught' Izuku with her Quirk, before slowly lowering both of them down. Izuku's condition, however, wasn't so good. Even from a distance, Harry could still tell that his entire arm was changing color and twisted in a bad way. The bones inside were probably shattered from the backlash of the punch, and the boy himself was going limp as he hit the ground.

Harry immediately apparated over. He didn't know how much his healing could do for such a severe injury, but things could get worse if left untreated.

The girl was startled and tried to get into a fighting stance when she heard Harry and his armor approaching, but soon relaxed after realizing that they weren't a threat. She looked exhausted, and tear was flowing down her cheek as she looked at Izuki and back at Harry.

"Please help him. He saved me back then and got injured," she pleaded.

"That's what I'm here for," Harry gave her an assuring nod before kneeling beside Izuku. Once again, the boy surprised Harry. Despite the immense pain that he had to be feeling, he was still conscious.

"H...Harry?" Izuku murmured weakly. His face was turning green from blood loss.

"Good job, champ," Harry grinned. "Come on, let's get you back to U.A's staff. I heard that Recovery Girl can heal this kind of injury with ease."

Izuku could only nod in response.

"We should probably find a way to keep his arm still before moving him," the girl suggested.

"That's easy," Harry said. "A simple freezing charm will do, then I can bring him back in an instant."

"That will not be necessary."

Harry, the girl, and even Izuku turned their head to look at the source of the voice, which belonged to Present Mic. There he was, a few feet away from their position with an old woman next to him.

"Recovery Girl is here. Let's treat that boy first before moving him. It will only take a few minutes."

"Of course," Harry agreed and stood up, making way for the U.A duo. Since he had only heard of the name Recovery Girl before, but had never seen her in person, since the only time that they had contact was when Harry was unconscious, he was a little surprised to find out that she was an old woman. That alias sounded so… young, and cheerful.

His surprised soon turned to shock, when he saw Recoverty Girl bent down slightly and kissed Izuku's broken arm. Immediately, her Quirk took effect, and said arm started fixing itself on the spot. A few minutes later, Izuku was whole and healthy again, if not for his exhaustion from having his stamina sapped in the healing progress.

"Not even Madam Pomfrey or any Healer at St. Mungo could do that," Harry mused. Usually, with a broken arm of that degree, they would have to vanish the bones and grow them back, which would take an least an entire night, not with only a kiss and a few minutes.

A kiss, of all thing…

"Hold on a sec," Harry frowned as a revelation came to him. "Was that how I was treated a few weeks ago?"

"Ho ho ho."

Recovery Girl's laugh was his only answer.