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🕑 Added 2024-10-26 15:03:37 +0000 UTCI sighed as I finally finished the preparations for the Horcrux hunting ritual. This ritual is designed to trace and connect all Horcruxes. I don't know if Voldemort is counted as one, but that's where the fun of mystery lies. Now let's start. And start I did. I pumped magic into the circle, and it began to glow. The runes connected, and the symbols intertwined. It was an impressive sight to behold. I watched how the magic, after passing through the circle, connected with reality. I observed its operation as it began the search for all the remaining Horcruxes. A thread of magic connected all of them. True, I couldn't see what the objects were, but I could see how the magic linked them using the very fabric of reality as a platform. I saw a chance to eradicate them all in one full swoop and didn't want to risk losing the chance to obliterate them by getting lost in the sight before me. Oh, how I wanted to stay there and watch, to try and understand how it all truly worked, but I didn't have time.
So I used my beloved "Ignis Sanctus" spell, and the fire traveled through the threads of magic, beginning to purify and destroy it all. It was fascinating to see how the spell traversed different places simultaneously. The amount of magic it took from me was staggering. This whole process would require the effort of two Flitwick-level wizards to the point of exhaustion or three very tired Flitwicks to accomplish it. Though it didn't magically tire me much, it did take a toll on my concentration. Do you know how strong the concentration must be to keep this going until it's finished? It's a lot, especially with me using my magical sight and fighting the urge to abandon this whole endeavor just to stay and study how the magic utilized reality as a bridge—a platform, or whatever description you want to call it. And how could reality allow such a thing without consequences? The alluring fabrics of reality were calling for me. I wanted to study it. To see how it was built. What concepts and laws were used to construct it….
Then, as if cold water had been dumped on my very soul, the voice of Death sounded in my head. "Don't do that again! I aided you and stopped prying eyes from noticing what you have done, but this is the last time," she said in a cold voice that sobered me right up. And then it hit me! I should not have been able to do what I just did! No matter how much magic I have, my existence hasn't reached the level required to accomplish what I did, nor was the ritual designed for it. What the ritual was supposed to do was merely locate the Horcruxes so that I could destroy them manually.
I need to restudy the whole thing to see where it went wrong. I also need to check why it affected me so much. It's true I'm obsessed with anything magical, and you would be too if you could see and understand it like I do, but something went very wrong here. I'm not that impulsive; I wouldn't risk it just to destroy the Horcruxes in one go. Something went wrong, and it somehow affected me, but what? I need to meditate and enter my mindscape to see what's wrong.
I did just that. I entered my mindscape, summoned my grimoire, and started checking everything. After making sure it wasn't affected, I began using it to search for what's wrong. It took a while, but I finally found the issue. It was something that made my instincts scream to destroy it. It felt like a seed of something, a part of collective consciousness. It felt wrong. So, I did the smart thing and used my null energy to trap it. I made very sure that it couldn't affect me anymore, and then I felt it—the relief. It felt like something was sitting on my emotional center, and now it's gone. Hmm, so that's how it works. It couldn't control me or any wizard for that matter. So, It did the only logical thing and played with the emotions. It amplified the emotions a person is feeling, one at a time. Now I'm angry. This thing couldn't have come out of nowhere, thus the only logical explanation is that it entered my mindscape using someone else. I have a pretty solid idea of who that might be. I suppose this is just me paying the price for my arrogance no matter how small it may look. I guess a humbling experience every now and then is what I need to grow.
Now, the next logical step is to devise a revenge plan: I need to first take this thing out of here, design a trapping formation, and use null energy with magic so I can be 100% sure it can't do anything more. I need to upgrade the defenses, searching formations, and runes of Hogwarts to locate and extract things like this if there are any. I don't believe this thing is the only one around. After that, I should start researching how to destroy this thing's very existence, whatever it is. I need to destroy it in one blow.
As I continued my meditation to calm myself, I felt nature asking me, "What's bothering you?" I found it hilarious and endearing that the very planet was asking me what's wrong! Well, what can you do? I had to tell someone, so I did. I told her, and she surprised me. She knew what the being was, but refused to tell me about it. She also hates its very existence and told me to use natural energy, saying that it would help. That's all she said before she seemed to ignore me. Wait, why am I referring to the planet as "she"? What's going on with me today? This is so not my day. I'm going out for a walk. Meditation was supposed to clear my head; it didn't. Now I'll just do it the old-fashioned way—by finding a distraction.
While walking around the fourth floor, I suddenly heard screaming. Oh fate, thou art a heartless bitch. I hurried toward the source and found a Slytherin boy on the ground, screaming in pain, and a Hufflepuff girl cowering in a corner. By the look of it, the boy, who appeared to be a seventh year, was trying to assault the girl, who looked to be either in her third or fourth year. I just kicked him, and he screamed louder before fainting. Looking at the girl, I waved my wand, and her uniform was fixed. "You can go on your way now. Don't worry about him." She didn't need to hear it twice; she hurried out fast. I levitated the boy and started walking toward the infirmary, dropping him once or twice just for the sake of it.
"Harry! What happened? Why are you dragging a Slytherin boy here like that? What happened to him?" Madam Pomfrey questioned me rapidly. She might have thought I did that to him, so I corrected her before she could say more.
"Madam Pomfrey, we have a wannabe rapist here; he was punished accordingly. I didn't do the punishment, though. That was all Hogwarts," I told her. She looked at me skeptically but didn't comment. She just took the boy and started her diagnostic spells.
