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(Enchanting Melodies) Chapter 79: Off Day
🕑 Added 2023-06-12 16:01:41 +0000 UTCChapter 79: Keeping a Mind Off
26 September 1992, Hogwarts
Slowly, Harry chose one of them while looking at a pillow in front of him. It was a basic telekinetic push spell, and he activated it. Harry could feel his magic start to heat up, and some kind of glowing magical circle appeared in front of him. It glowed slightly and the pillow was banished away.
It was far more draining than a standard banishing charm, but despite it, Harry grinned to himself. He had finally used his magical crest on purpose.
After a few weeks of school, things started to stabilize slightly. The usual start of the year hostilities was stopped pretty easily when Mcgonagall and Snape gave enough detentions to scare the over eager firsties into submission. Yeah, the Gryffindor Slytherin rivalry was practically a school tradition at this point, but they do end up calming up slightly afterwards.
Yeah, Harry forgot about the whole thing to be honest, and it took a reminder from Blaise asking his opinion on how it was handled compared to the previous year. It didn’t even come close to the outright war that Longbottom and Malfoy cause the previous year. Thankfully, the two rivals chose another arena to challenge each other at: Quidditch. The two twelve year olds did their best to spend every free moment practicing seeker drills and learn difficult maneuvers. Honestly, it looked kinda cool and Harry wondered if he should buy a personal broom just to go flying whenever he wants. He remembered it being somewhat relaxing, and he did earn his license in his flying lesson, so could buy it without it being an issue. It was still a relatively expensive purchase all things considered. It was technically classified as a vehicle and prices accordingly and it didn’t make sense to buy one just for the sake of doing so. His vault already took a big hit with the materials for his anti-basilisk glare research and adding in more expenses just wasn’t worth the risk.
Seriously, the ten thousand Galleons that his parents had left him was a tidy sum, but it could be drained pretty quickly if he’s not careful. He wasn’t like Lucius Malfoy who literally spent over two thousand galleons just to buy his son a spot in a school Quidditch team. That’s literally a fifth of Harry’s vault on a trivial matter, while the young Potter was literally counting every piece of gold when buying materials that could save his life.
A part of Harry wanted to be resentful at the injustice, but looking at the general populace, he was in a far better position than most of them. And he already knew how to make money, he understood investments and had a few plans in place. It wouldn’t be instant, but he could see his fortune growing after a few years, he just needed all the capital he could have to start investing.
The magical world didn’t have stocks like the muggle one because there was no need for it. Magical communities are pretty small, and the people with enough money to make significant investments are even smaller. The stock exchange was optimized to be used by millions of people on millions of companies. In the magical world, where everyone knew each other, there was no need for something like that. You owned a business like you owned a house. You register it with the ministry, and you can sell percentages of it like you want. But the actual sale is a private affair. It isn’t as impersonal as the muggle stock, you pretty much bought a part of someone’s property, and shared the same percentage of their profit or their losses.
Harry had contacted a few companies, mostly selling charmed items and the like, and had set up a few meetings in the Christmas holidays. The Potter scion was ready to make his family name rise once more.
So, yeah, between preparing for these meetings, figuring out his magical crest, making plans for the anti-basilisk goggles, his daily Occlumency practice, and his venture into Cryomancy, was it any wonder that Harry missed the school gossip. Honestly, he barely hung out with his friends, that was how busy he was. His friends weren’t pressing, but Harry could tell that they weren’t happy with him. He really wanted to make it up to them, but it wasn’t his fault that he was the only one who knew about the weapon of mass destruction coming to the castle.
At least, he had made some progress with his crest. It took two grueling weeks of effort; Harry was able to make a good enough assessment to how his progress with his crest was going. What was available to him so far were standard spells that were cast using magical circles and not a wand.
There were two methods of casting the spells, either by casting by channeling magic into the crest and picking the spell, or by actually learning how magic circles work. There was no reason why the spells that were available in the crest so far wouldn’t be used by the public, so Harry was able to slightly reverse-engineer how magical circles work and found that they were very different than how wands work.
Well, technically, the circle shaped and channeled a wizard’s magic the same way a wand does, it just requires more attention to do it. But damn were they complicated. It took two weeks for the Potter scion to reverse engineer the telekinetic push he had cast previously, and he finally understood the limitations of magic circles. Well, the more you understand how it works, the less magic it uses. It’s like a combination of the crest and raw magic filling in the gap to cast it without knowing what it is. So, an untrained wizard would consider using magical circles to be a waste of magic, but one that understands it could make it more specific and also alter it to suit his purpose at a whim.
It took all of Harry’s impressive intellect and his Arcane magic to learn a single spell properly. It was like a combination of a puzzle and a riddle using a runic language that he hadn’t seen anywhere in his life, that he needed to solve and give the answer in some kind of mathematical poetry. So, yeah, it was as much an art as a science, and if it wasn’t for the crest helping him understand the language, he wouldn’t have been able to do anything.
But now, he had mastered the single spell, and it was somewhat handy since he didn’t need to use his hand to materialize the circle. He could use it to push himself, alter the power of each push, and even make platforms to send him in the air from the base of his feet. It was fun jumping around the Room of Requirements with it, to be honest. But Harry knew that he had a long way to go, still. This was only a single spell of only a fraction of what was really inside the crest.
He still had a lot to do, but he decided to spend the day hanging out with his friends. To be perfectly frank, Harry needed to take a breather, to shut off his brain for a little while. He spent weeks doing nothing but focus on complex arithmetic problems and alchemy arrays. He needed a small break to not overwork himself too much. Plus, his friends already made the effort of joining the Dueling club just to spend time with him and it would be inconsiderate to ignore them. So, yeah, after classes, Harry decided to forgo his usual training and just spend time with them in their common room.
The seemed somewhat surprised, but glad at the same time. They laughed, joked around, until it was time for the first Dueling Club session in the year. So, they made their way to the Great Hall to meet with Flitwick. His welcome speech was around the same with a broad definition of dueling, and the schedules. The biggest change was the fact that only Harry’s year mates were there. It was probably because of the sheer size of the class. For some reason, Harry’s own inclusion in the club the year prior made it a commodity of sorts. Harry and his friends were the only ones from Slytherin, but Su Li and both the Patil twins and Seamus Finnigan were there. Susan Bones and Hannah Abbot were the only Hufflepuffs around. That a total of ten students from just this year, compared to the five that made up the third-year group. That was like a quarter of their entire year.
Did he do things differently at the beginning of the year? Harry didn’t know but after giving away their schedule, the half-goblin said something that he hadn’t revealed the previous year, “Now, here’s the kicker. The truth is that Dueling isn’t for everyone. No matter how much you like the sport, if you don’t have a modicum of talent or you don’t even try to improve yourself, you’re more likely to be wasting both my time and yours for no reason. I will be investing in every single one of you and if you decide to make a career out of dueling, I will do my best to give you sponsors and the best trainers around. That is a privilege, not a right. Your entire first semester here will be a test of sorts. During the progression of these sessions, I will be making remarks about your progress. If you show a smidge of potential, I will let you go to the second semester. If you don’t, well, I will not be inviting you back and you will be kicked out of the club.”
That tone was so different than the jovial one he had during lessons. He had this seriousness and intensity to him that Harry didn’t know the man could express. But the test thing did surprise Harry slightly, he didn’t know about it at all. Although it did explain why people were pretty angry with him when he joined on a whim. He didn’t go through the test and that screamed of favoritism. At least, that was until the Professor said that he was probationary member, and that he would be tested. They must have assumed that he had the test as well, only it was accelerated.
Of course, the other students had questions. Padma Patil was the first to raise his hand, “Is this something new? Because I never heard of this when I asked about the club.”
The professor shrugged, “It’s not a secret, but people tend to be ashamed when they leave the club, so they don’t really brag about it. Either way, I have been doing this for over a decade so there’s no special circumstances. It’s also why each year group is often smaller than the amount of people joining.”
“So, how many of us will stay?” Susan Bones asked.
“You could all stay if you are all talented, or you could all be kicked out. It depends on your performance. But I found that around half of the second-year members are eliminated.”
Everyone’s eyes widened, “Half!!”
It was pretty rough, to be honest. The idea of only half the people passing an exam was alien to them. However, in Harry’s previous life, there were university courses that just had a high fail rate. It was worrying the first couple of times, but you got used to it.
Of course, Seamus Finnigan couldn’t keep his mouth shut, “What about Potter? It’s not fair that we have to do our exams, but not him.”
“Mr. Finnigan, whatever gave you the illusion that Harry Potter didn’t pass the test last year. He did, and he was the best student in his level. The only reason that I chose to make him stay is because you are his year mates and the competitions, that I’ll be signing you in, will be often based on age, so it would complicate things. But if it’s a demonstration you desire, then it will be one you will get. Mr. Potter, how about we have a little practice duel to show your classmates what they should expect to learn? I always like to start these things with a little demonstration.”
Comments
Doubledoor
Oooh, I like where this circle business is going! I always am a fan of adapting new magic systems, it makes the world all the more colorful. TftC!
Reade1314
Doctor strange vibe going on
Giant Sloth
wooo
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