Hogwarts: I Can See Magic

[HP Fanfiction + No Female Protagonist + Intelligence Flow + Early Behind-the-Scenes Development]

I woke up as Lysander Verrone of St. Waldemar's Orphanage.

An acceptance letter from Hogwarts? Great.

An ebony dragon heartstring wand? Not bad.

The Sorting Hat said I have Gryffindor courage burning within me? OK.

But why can I "see" things that others cannot see?

The restless dark vortex on Harry's forehead, the sticky parasitic black light on the back of Quirrell's head, the halo of holiness and curse intertwined in the unicorn's blood... and the suffocatingly huge magic field around the Philosopher's Stone!

Did Voldemort think that no one would know he was hiding under Quirrell's turban?

Is the protection level of the Philosopher's Stone perfect?

Snape's hatred was without reason?

In front of my eyes that can see through the source of magic, all secrets are exposed.

From creating his own invisibility spell to avoid the Marauder's Map, to analyzing the magical structure of the three-headed dog to resist the Killing Curse...

I quietly made arrangements behind the scenes and had a clear view of everything.

Dumbledore: This child always appears at the critical place and always gives a reasonable explanation.

Snape: ...his method of brewing potions has a disturbingly perfect insight, but unfortunately he is a stupid lion.

Harry: Lysander seems to know everything, he's practically superhuman.

When everyone was still doubting Snape or Quirrell,

I had already set my sights on the twisted black shadow behind Quirrell's head.

"Don't worry, Professor Voldemort..."

"For your resurrection ceremony, I will prepare a 'surprise' gift for you."