Reincarnationfan: Since you wrote your comment in Turkish, I assume you're using a translator to read the chapters. Just to clarify, he was attacked by a Squib in Knockturn Alley, not a Muggle. A Muggle can't even get into Diagon or Knockturn Alley unless a wizard specifically intends to harm them. Regarding the fight: try asking a ten-year-old boxer to give you a direct punch to the liver. If you're thin, I guarantee you'll fold and end up crying on the ground :). An ordinary kid wouldn't be able to pull it off, but our MC knows exactly what he's doing and is well-trained.
EduardBlack: Thank you for your comment! I'm glad to hear you're enjoying the story. Hah, he's actually going to be in Slytherin. I don't consider this a major spoiler because, given his pragmatic behavior and interest in the specific types of magic he plans to use, it's clear he wouldn't fit in Ravenclaw. As for Patreon, I don't have any plans for it yet. I'm not sure how often I'll be able to write after the New Year, and since I only started writing a week ago, I'm still gauging the level of interest. Regarding the changes compared to the original series—you'll have to wait and see! But the mention of War Magic should give you a pretty good hint.
Steelalbatross5000: That's exactly how I plan to write it. The Golden Trio will definitely have a lot less focus in my story, so you don't have to worry about that.
Uvuv: Exactly, Uvuv. In this chapter, however, we'll discover that there is something even beyond transfiguration and animation. What's more powerful than turning your surroundings to ash? Elemental magic definitely has something special about it. I love how deeply you're thinking about the magic system! Thank you.
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Time flew by. Before I knew it, the calendar showed February—the month of my birthday. The orphanage was struggling with a lack of funds, but the cooks always tried to bake a cake regardless. They weren't much to look at aesthetically, but they tasted great. I loved fresh fruit cakes, and fortunately, those were cheap to make.
Looking past my initial experience with Bates, I had nothing to reproach the orphanage management for. They were good people, though they lived in a completely different world than I did.
In the meantime, I had made massive progress in my magical training. I could feel my magical core expanding and strengthening. Telekinesis had become as natural to me as breathing; I could easily levitate a table and a chair simultaneously. I even managed to add a bed to the mix, though the demand for concentration grew with every additional object. My magic had power to spare, but my mind had its limits when it came to multitasking.
Thanks to the books from Diagon Alley, I delved deeper into theory. I understood that a successful spell rests on three pillars: magical power, absolute focus, and a vivid imagination. At the same time, I adopted the basic classification of magic into four main categories:
Light magic required a strong positive emotion. In contrast, Dark magic drew from negative feelings—the specific type of emotion depended on the spell itself. Interestingly, it wasn't banned outright; only truly horrific spells, such as the Unforgivable Curses and similar cruelties, were taboo. Key motives here included hatred or a pure desire to cause harm.
Neutral magic, on the other hand, required only a clear mind, imagination, and focus. The final category was Elemental magic, which separated ordinary wizards from true masters. It required significantly more internal power, but its effect was all the more devastating.
Legend had it that Merlin was the most powerful wizard in history. As a true master of elemental magic, he commanded the Earth itself. With a single wave of his wand, he could make mountain ranges erupt, bury entire armies in deep fissures, and change the face of the landscape beyond recognition.
From the book The Rules of War, which I obtained from Borgin, I learned that elemental magic essentially focuses on the elements themselves: air, fire, earth, water, and lightning. It must have been a fairly old volume, as it considered this magic to be the absolute foundation of combat.
The author explained simply that an element also served as a natural shield, which common spells could only penetrate with great difficulty. However, a massive amount of power was needed for real effect. While almost anyone could conjure a tiny flicker, creating an untamed Inferno and burning an entire land to ash required the strength of a true master.
Every wizard had an affinity for one, or in rare cases, two elements. The stronger this connection, the lower the magical cost of casting the spell and the more devastating its resulting effect. It made perfect sense to me.
Neutral magic was quite straightforward. I assumed children built their foundations of power through weak spells like Lumos, Nox, and their ilk, until they reached the level required for more demanding ones. I mastered both Lumos and Nox almost instantly.
Diffindo, however, posed a problem. In the beginning, I could only cut through paper an inch at a time, and only if I had my hand placed directly on it. Now I could cut an entire A4 sheet, but I still had to have my palm pressed against it. That was why I began to doubt if it was even Diffindo at all. A real spell was supposed to work from a distance. My wandless magic was imprecise, and without physical contact with the object, Diffindo didn't work.
At the end of the book was Incendio, the first elemental spell, with a warning about the higher magical power required for casting. The effect of the spell depended on how much magic the wizard put in, their affinity, and how much they continued to "feed" the spell with that magic...
Incendio, even though it was just a small flame, was truly challenging for me. I couldn't hold it for long, and I wasn't sure if a low affinity for fire was to blame, or if I was still overall too weak. It did have one advantage, though—the sooner the training exhausted me, the faster my overall capacity grew. On the other hand, telekinesis was far too easy with common objects. But I had worked on that long-term and with purpose.
Other elemental spells were Ventus, Aguamenti, Terra, and Fulmino.
I could only experiment safely and in secret with wind or fire. If someone caught me, I would have a hard time explaining lightning, shattered ground, or puddles of water.
However, wind was just as exhausting as fire, and I didn't see many advantages for magical combat in it—which the book confirmed. According to it, while the most powerful wind mage could fly, they weren't that effective in a direct clash. They couldn't, for example, strip the oxygen from an opponent; they could only manage to throw people back, block spells, and similar tricks. Compared to other elements, wind didn't cause such devastating consequences.
"I'll leave elemental magic for Hogwarts," I thought to myself. I only had a few months left before leaving, and given its extreme difficulty, I didn't believe it would be useful for me in combat for now. I practiced fire regardless, though—always quickly before bed. It could exhaust me incredibly fast, which meant my magical power was constantly growing.
For the outer walls of my Occlumency, I chose a cold night and a stormy sea. Night affects us subconsciously and naturally evokes a sense of danger. I hid my library of memories deep beneath the seabed, under masses of restless water. Even if an attacker penetrated the darkness of the night and braved the stormy ocean, they would still have to spend an eternity wandering the depths before they even approached my privacy.
I realized I had a natural talent for the arts of the mind. Although sorting and processing memories took me quite a while, I felt my memory sharpening with almost every passing day.
I must admit, however, that I was downright obsessed with Legilimency. It was an amazing ability, and I incredibly enjoyed uncovering secrets that were meant to stay hidden. I used it on adults without any moral qualms. The funniest part was when I entered the mind of my homeroom teacher...
Firstly, there really was something to those stories about mailmen pleasing married women. Secondly, the teacher had a serious suspicion that her husband was gay. She had suffered for a long time, looking for the reason for his lack of interest, until she saw him in town with another guy one day. They were behaving far too intimately, and her husband was smiling as happily as he never had before. Currently, they were in the middle of a divorce.
One thing, however, I was still considering. I wondered whether I should inform Matron Benson that she probably wouldn't see me after the summer. I was almost certain that after the first year, either my aunt or some pure-blood family I was related to would take charge of me.
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In June, I finally decided to inform Matron Benson about my heritage and the hidden world of magic. I weighed all the pros and cons. I was sure Benson was a good person and only cared about the children's well-being. I won't lie—she had grown on me, and I didn't want her to worry about what happened to me.
I stopped for a moment outside her office door. Thoughts of whether this was truly a good idea swirled in my head, but I silenced them firmly. The decision was made.
Knock, knock, knock.
"Come in," Benson's voice called from inside the office.
I stepped inside, and she welcomed me with a kind smile on her face. "How can I help you, Patrick? You must be proud of yourself; your results are exemplary—straight A's. Your teacher informed me that several schools have shown interest in you, even offering scholarships."
I felt her sincere pride and joy over my achievements. I knew, however, that I wouldn't be going to any school other than Hogwarts.
"Mrs. Benson, I have something to tell you," I interrupted her in a serious voice.
"There is a country within a country, a world meant for special people who have their own school. You remember Tom Riddle, don't you?" I asked.
Benson nodded silently. Apprehension mirrored in her eyes as to where this conversation was leading, but she didn't interrupt me.
"So, in short—magic really exists. All those strange things Riddle did, and that I do too, are manifestations of magic. During my visit to London, I found out where I come from. I expect my acceptance letter to the school he also attended to arrive any moment now," I continued matter-of-factly.
"It is common for the school to send a professor to inform the orphanage or muggleborn households about the existence of magic and all the details. A magical child must attend a special school, otherwise there is a high risk of trouble. You see, magic is considered ancient history in the Muggle world and is currently kept strictly secret. Wizards commonly wipe the memories of non-magical people like you."
"My case is more specific, though. I've discovered that I am the heir to a house that holds great power in my world. I also have family who probably don't know about me. I'm sure that once they learn of my existence, they will take me in—whether it's my aunt or a distant relative. I don't want you to have any concerns about me or my future. I also don't want anyone to erase or alter your memories. Magical children are born to non-magical parents too, so I believe this information will help you in their upbringing should other magically gifted individuals appear here in the future," I concluded.
"Will you... will you be safe there?" Benson asked with tension in her voice.
I wasn't sure if I would be safe. I knew I would manage, though—even if I had to wade through gallons of blood.
"Yes, Mrs. Benson, I will certainly be safe," I lied. But to myself, I added: And if I'm not, I'll make sure that I am.
"And when do you expect a professor from this... Hogwarts to arrive?"
"Normally, the acceptance letter arrives during July. If they don't get a reply, they send professors sometime in August. Since I'm a specific case, though, I'll send them a message that I accept the studies. So no professor will come," I explained to her calmly.
I could see she believed me. She still had a vivid memory of my floating toys and undoubtedly Riddle's behavior.
"It's strange that the magical world isn't publicly known," Benson inquired, now a bit more calmly.
"I'm sure both the Prime Minister and the Queen know about the magical world. However, it's better for both sides if magic remains hidden and considered only a myth," I explained.
Once cameras are on every corner, it will be significantly harder to keep the secret, I thought.
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Exactly as I had predicted. In mid-July, an owl knocked on my window. It was a magical moment. As soon as I unclipped the envelope, the owl immediately flew out of my room; it didn't wait for a reply.
The envelope looked luxurious, with a red wax seal and the crest of the Hogwarts houses. On the parchment was the precise address: Mr. P. E. Rosier, The Private Room at the Very Top, Wool's Orphanage, London.
I didn't wait and quickly opened the envelope.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY
Dear Mr. Rosier,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Attached you will find a list of all necessary textbooks and supplies. The school year begins on September 1st. We expect your owl no later than July 31st.
With kind regards,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
LIST OF SUPPLIES
Uniform (first-year students require):
Three sets of plain work robes (black).
One plain pointed hat (black) for everyday wear.
One pair of protective gloves (made of dragon hide or similar material).
One winter cloak (black with silver clasps).
Please ensure that all items of clothing are clearly labeled with the student's name.
Required textbooks:
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling
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Other Equipment:
One wand
Cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 set of glass or crystal phials
Telescope
1 set of brass scales
Students may also bring, if they desire, an owl OR a cat OR a toad.
PARENTS (AND GUARDIANS) ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS.
This is it. The true beginning of my story. I stared at the emerald-green letters, feeling a rush of satisfaction spread through my chest. The letter in my hands was a ticket to the world where I belonged. I couldn't wait…
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The Hogwarts letter has finally arrived! Honestly, I can't wait for us to get to the castle, though I'm a little nervous about how the writing will go :D. However, I feel it's necessary to explain some of the theory behind my story.
In the future, you can look forward to animation, transfiguration, rituals, and more runic magic.
By the way, in the next chapter, I'll be explaining Family Magic and how it works in my universe.
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