If you want to read ahead or just support me go check out my Pat.
pat reon.com/alcoholic_panda
Word Count 2750
~~~
The new year in Hogwarts started. The students were preparing for the first class of the year. They were rushing through the hallways and the moving staircases. One minute they were going down, only to end up on the previous floor. Some students tripped on a specific step and fell down the staircase, thinking they were going to die only to slow down near the end and softly touch the ground.
The first years had it the hardest, clueless kids running around trying to arrive on time for class. For the second years, the first class was Herbology. So they all made their way to the greenhouses with their dragonhide gloves and other items they would need.
"Good morning class. Welcome to Greenhouse 3 second years!" the plump old woman called out there were about forty students in the green house. They were surrounding a table filled with pots in a 'U' shape. The top is where the professor stood.
"Good morning Professor Sprout" x40
Daphne and Tracy watched the Pot's curiously. They noticed some of the pots that were nearer to the Professor were Harry's Pots.
'Well it makes sense now that I think about it.' Daphne mused 'Professor Sprout is one of the most knowledgeable people about plants in Britain. She would obviously know the value of the Pot's Harry made.
In fact Harry told me she is the richest person in Hogwarts. Need a rare plant to save a life. Oh too bad its not in season. And she sells it to the healers or potioneers.
"Now gather around everyone. This is the first class of the year and we are going to repot Mandrakes" she lifted up a pot and put it in front of her. "Now who here can tell me the properties of the Mandrake Root?"
Hermione Granger raised her hand almost instantly.
Daphne had to stop from rolling her eyes. But something unexpected happened. Granger seemed to realize something and quickly put her hand back. 'Huh, so she does have some common sense'
"Yes. Miss Granger" but the professor saw her when she first raised her hand
Hermione nodded " Mandrake, or Mandragora, is used to return those who have been Petrified to their original state. Its also quite dangerous. The Mandrake's cry is fatal to anyone who hears it"
In the back of the greenhouse Tracy whispered to Daphne. "hey do you think Harry has these"
Daphne deadpanned at her "he recently decided to keep some in his pocket to throw at enemies."
"where is he anyway?"
"asleep, he stayed up all night researching something. now pay attention" Daphne said to Tracy, it wasn't that she was a big nerd all of a sudden, but Harry had drilled it into them not to fuck around with plants. And they were standing in a room filled with Mandrakes. If one of them was more mature than the rest it would be game over.
Pomona smiled at Granger "Excellent, ten points to Gryffindor"
"Now as our Mandrake's are still only seedlings, their cries won't kill you yet, but they could knock you out for several hours. Which is why I've given each of you a pair of earmuffs for auditory protection. So could you please put them on right away"
The students rushed to put on the fluffy ear muffs. Daphne and Tracy added some extra protection on their ears with a spell. Blaise the sly student that he was copied them.
"Flaps tight down and watch me closely. You grasp your mandrake firmly" she grabbed it by the stems and gave it a good shake to show how thigh she was holding it.
"You pull it sharply up out of the pot" in one sharp pull Professor Sprout pulled out the plant and everybody got a good look at it. The root was shaped like a very ugly and dirty baby and even with the earmuffs the scream was still uncomfortable.
"Got it and not you dunk it down into the other pot and pour a little sprinkling of soul to keep it warm" she started to pour soil over the Mandrake and it slowly started to quiet down.
Neville looked at the ugly plant baby and felt sick, slowly his eyes rolled backward. "Ughhh" and he fell down.
THUD
Pomona sighed " Longbottom has been neglecting his earmuffs"
The Slytherins smirked and shook their heads, some were even covering their mouths to hide the laughter
Seamus Finnigan checked up on him "No ma'am he's just fainted"
Pomona shrugged "Yes well, just leave him there. Well then on we go. Plenty of Pots to go around"
Daphne sighed 'Me and my bright ideas, be more productive Daphne, you need more hands on studying.. I should have just stayed in bed'
A few hours later Harry finally decided to join them. He was still sleepy and drowsy but awake. He met the group in the Great Hall for lunch. As soon as Harry and Hope sat down a plate of pasta appeared in front of them.
Pasta alla Trapanese (Sicilian Tomato Pesto)
Harry put one bite in his mouth and relaxed "Ahh, it was so worth it to teach my house elves to cook.
"The pizza is good too" Daphne complimented using a fork and knife to eat her pizza slice. Astoria who was sitting next to her was busy stuffing her cheeks and eating with her hands as is the proper way. She said something with her mouth filled with food and gave a thumbs up.
And Tracy who was supposed to be another role model for Little Tori was doing the same thing as her. Devouring the pizza in front of her.
Blaise Zabini was looking at them with an envious expression on his face. 'How lucky of them. They get to eat good food, while I'm stuck with this..' he poked the beans on his plate with fork. But Blaise was smart enough to know not to annoy Harry Potter. It might have been different last year when he first met him.
But this year everybody was staying out of the boy's way. You he killed two adult wizards and defeated the 'Wizard Killer'. And nobody wanted to get on his bad side. Blaise had heard from his mother that some people who pissed him off in France mysteriously disappeared.
'Yeah, I'm going to be polite, but keep my distance until Potter is feeling.. normal or as benevolent as possible for him.'
"You went to Lupin's class?" Harry asked Daphne and Tracy who nodded
"It was.. interesting.." Daphne paused as she thought on how to explain it better. "Lupin was good I guess. Compared to last year's teacher and the rumors I have heard about the previous years. He is calm and teaches what we need to know, competent is the word I would use, but now that I think about it that's a sad standard. The students are finally excited about getting a competent teacher when they should be looking for a great teacher"
Tracy blinked then pouted "Damn it Daph! Why did you have to break the mood. Now I feel stupid for thinking Professor Lupin is good. But you are right, the students are cheering about getting a competent DADA teacher. What is wrong with this school" Tracy put her hands on her head while her elbows were on the table. She was staring at the pizza in front of her like she was hoping it would talk and tell her the answer.
Hope just giggled. She had premium education thought by the magical mad scientist Harry. And she never took it for granted and gotten proud or spoiled.
She doesn't even remember how long she had spent in the woods, surviving like an animal. Her new life was a gift and she cherished it, always improving herself so that she can be useful to Harry who was just going further and further ahead of her.
Frankly she was really worried about it until Harry calmed her down. He explained that since they are arriving at their teenage years they will rapidly improve up until they turn 21. After that their magic will stabilize and growth would slow down. So Harry was doing everything he could to squeeze out as much of his potential as he could.
War's aren't won by a single powerful person. With enough soldiers they will be worn out and will die. So that's who she wants to become.
'I will do it. I will become someone who can stand by Harry in the future.' Hope repeated this to herself. It was a trick she found in a book. Self Hypnotism. You repeat your goal over and over again to increase your drive and ambition. To help you push through with your training. And for Hope it was showing results.
~
It was time for Hagrid's class, and to the surprise of everybody. Harry Potter decided to come. The same guy who basically said fuck you to the entire School Schedule was on time for a class.
Hagrid set up a meeting point in front of his Hut and takes them right at the entrance to the Forbidden Forest. There shows up Buckbeak the Hippogriff.
When Hagrid asks who will go first, all of the students stepped back. Hope decided to try it out. And being the nice girl she is she gives him a bow. Buckbeak bows back and Hope pats him a little.
"All right, easy enough right. Who's next?"
Harry started walking with a smile on his face. Once he reached the magical beast he didn't bow, being the maniac he is was, Harry decided had a stare down Buckbeak.
"Harry.. what are you doing?" Hagrid started to close in his hand raised towards Buckbeak. "Why aren't you bowing?"
Harry just smirked "Because there is no reason to bow. He just blasted the beast with his aggression. The presence of a killer. Despite being only eleven, Harry had killed quite a few people and magical beasts.
And as strong as Buckbeak was, its instincts were telling him there was no chance of survival against this boy. So under the stunned gazes of all the students as their jaws dropped. Buckbeak bowed his head, his beak touching the ground.
"Well isn't that interesting" Harry patted Buckbeak on the base of his neck and started walking back to the Castle
Hagrid was also stunned for a few moments before he realized he was a teacher. He coughed in his fist and looked at the other students. " Well that wasn't exactly the normal way to do it so don't you all go and copy him. Even if I did that, Buckbeak would treat me as a target. So bow and be respectful. Now who's next?"
~
Harry was back in his room sitting on his office chair. He had his Archive Magic activated. Several holographic screens were in front of him with a big keyboard that was on the desk.
"Well that was a fun little test. Those animals are famous for their pride, fighting people and other magical beasts if it feels its being challenged or its pride was being insulted. But it looks like if the predator is strong enough they throw that pride away to survive. Quite intelligent for an animal that has the head of a bird."
Harry chuckled and shook his head before focusing. 'Well then, down to business.'
On the screen a few pictures and notes appeared. [ Plans for improvement ]
'That fight with Reginald was enlightening to say the least. It was the first time I fought someone that outclassed me that much. Many of my weaknesses became obvious.
First is the bad synergy between my Magecraft and Wizarding Magic. I did use both in the fight, but it was mostly offensive AOE spells.
I didn't even attempt the Unforgivables because I forgot about them. The pressure of the fight caused me to be narrow minded.
I also didn't use any of my Spell Stack spells. They require a bit more focus, because you are literally taking a few spells... to a hundred spells and squishing them together in a single chant.
Yeah, a little insane now that I think about it, I must be an idiot to develop that when I did. I don't think even High Class magicians would play around with that in case it blows up in their face. A hundred of your own spells exploding right in front of you, even if they are the most weakest ones. What could go wrong?'
Harry shook his head, it was frustrating to look back and see all your mistakes. 'I messed around, tried a new fighting style that was basically a magic brawler with a few cheap tricks. Doping on potions, using untested weapons and traps. That's not what I want to be. Its time to go back to the basics and build up again'
He typed something on the keyboard and a long list appeared. All of the spells he has created and recreated. Along with unfinished ones and ideas.
'Second, I need to upgrade my multitasking. That means more Parallel thoughts that work just as efficient with the Accelerated Though Process Spell.
Selecting my spells. The Unforgivables are going in, even if they don't work fully, they can make the target pause for a second or two. Spell Stacking and Explosive Spells are a must'
Harry thought back on a particular moment he tested this
~
BOOOOOOMMMMMMMM!!!!!
He completely obliterated the inside of a small mountain
" A little too much don't you think" Hope deadpanned from behind him, she could only see darkness inside the hole. The hole was so big light was having trouble going in. Harry made the spell push inside the mountain before it exploded. He blew it up from the inside.
"Nope. I set up a Bounded Field earlier. I'm going to make this into a Safe House. I'm planning to expand operation and hire some more people. They will need a few places to crash if things go wrong. Maybe I should just carve out the whole mountain and make a Hub of sorts."
"Harry are you high again?"
He blinked "Shit did I mess up my Fluxie mix?"
Hope facepalmed at his reply
~
"Good times" Harry smiled at his own chaotic experiments. ' Yep those aren't going anywhere. Bleach Spells are definitely staying. And I need to utilize my Sacred Gear more. From the way Reginald fought just by having it float around me causes psychological pressure.
That's an aspect I never considered. Make them think and doubt their usual methods of attacking. With Mirror Alice by me, they will avoid targeted spells and instead use Area of Effect spells.'
He wrote that down in his notes and moved on
' Potions were useful during the fight, but close combat should always be treated as a last case emergency. Potions will also fall under that category. A few defensive ones are fine.
Now how to efficiently use those spells. The most obvious answer is to add more mouths to chant the spells, but that comes with its own risks, the area of the mouth needs to be exposed. Lets say I wear a sleeveless shirt with my arms exposed. And i add a mouth to my forearm and shoulder, with another one on the back of my hand that's six extra mouths to chant.
But due to the nature of transfiguration, those areas will become more vulnerable. And I can't put in on the biceps as it would impede my movement. The shoulder is already risky enough. I need to be able to swing my arms.
I plan to start using weapons when I make my staff... weapon, there is another one. I forgot the Sword of Gryffindor. And Rowena's Diadem. Fuck! Add it to the list. This is what happens when you hoard a bunch of stuff.
How do I even go about using all of these artifacts and weapons while chanting spells and it not impeding my movement. I don't think anyone would be.. able.. to.' Harry paused as his eyes went to a picture of him while he was using the spell to add more mouths.
'No. There is one! There is someone capable of doing it! '
Harry let out a wild grin as he gained another crazy idea. ' And if that psychopath could do it, then so can I. Lets see who can wield it better shall we? King of Curses. Ryomen Sukuna!"
~~~ A/N
Opinions about the chap. And about the way this thing is going?
I just think its so Harry like. Not enough mouths? Make some more.
Too many artifacts to use? Make more arms! 😂
Harry be getting a small powerup. Which i think is about damn time.
He got a much needed wake up. Now as I planned Harry still has some childish tendencies. It has to do with how the brain grows and forms throughout our life and hormones. So as he grows older he will be wiser and smarter.