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In the last two years, Hogwarts had firmly become the nucleus of his operation.
The Room of Requirement provided him with precious knowledge and a covert place to practice all kinds of magic, some that were not looked upon highly. While his A.I.D workshop was a place that he had built on his own, it was a room where everything was according to his preference. Then there was his suitcase, his expanded suitcase that housed his library, the library that contained books from all around the world, and Quinn's obsession with magic kept the library ever-expanding.
So, while Quinn was sad a little to leave the West manor and his family, he was happy to return to Hogwarts. At Hogwarts, Quinn could do whatever he wanted, and with some care, no one would ever know what he was doing.
The Hogwarts Express reached the Hogsmeade station, and Quinn deboarded the train. Like always, Quinn stepped onto the damp platform of the station.
"It's like it rains here on every first of September," he muttered, looking at the small shallow puddles littered across the platform.
Quinn watched the numerous students moving to the carriages that went to Hogwarts. He followed the crowd, and just like everyone, he got in a carriage.
Suddenly, it began raining, and a roof sprung from the back of the carriage, covering the previously open carriage.
"Yup, it rains every single year," said Quinn, looking at the groups of students hurrying to find a carriage. He turned his attention to the beings pulling the carriages.
"Thestrals."
The Thestrals were a breed of winged horses with skeletal-like bodies, faces with reptilian features, and wide, leathery wings that resembled bats.
"Omens of misfortune," whispered Quinn, watching the sinister and spooky appearance of the magical beasts.
He wasn't sure why he could see the Thestrals. Maybe it was because he had seen the Original Quinn die, or maybe, it was because he was in this body, which meant that he had died in his original world.
"Not that I could remember any of it," whispered Quinn, his tone hiding the bitterness he was feeling.
But, the reality was that he could see the Thestrals, and they reminded him how he got here.
"Original Quinn," he recalled how he addressed the previous host of the body and the identity which he had taken over.
He had long gotten used to the identity of Quinn West. He was Quinn West and responded to the name. He truly felt that he was Quinn West, and had stopped thinking about his previous life identity, ceased the efforts to figure who he was before, and had accepted that both the past him and the original Quinn had died.
But, time like these when he came across beings like Thestrals bought those thoughts to the surface, and his own self tried to pull himself in a spiral of doubt, guilt, and confusion. Every thought that disturbed him during the first couple of years in this world would try to drag him into a pit of negativity.
"Ah, damn it. Why am I like this," Quinn murmured in slight self-loathing, leaning forward till his elbows touched his thighs and covered his eyes with his hands. Exhaling heavily, trying to get himself out of this mood. He didn't want to feel like this and hated when it happened.
"Hey, I found a carriage with space. Come on, let's just get on this one."
Quinn immediately sat up straight and inhaled deeply to make sure that nothing seemed out of the sort.
Looking to the side, Quinn saw a red-haired girl board the carriage, followed by another girl, who was hurrying like the first one did to get out of the rain.
Quinn put on a slight smile and watched the two girls breathing in relief that they had escaped the rain and had successfully found shelter against the downpour. He immediately recognized the two girls, had met them last year.
One of them finally looked at him, and her eyes widened in recognition.
"Ms. Potter," greeted Quinn. The redhead Ivy Potter looked stunned and surprised to see Quinn sitting in the carriage they had chosen.
The brunette also looked at Quinn, and her eyes showed recognition.
Quinn turned to her and greeted her the same, "Ms. Granger."
The carriage started moving, and silence settled inside the carriage. None of the three people spoke a single word to each other.
Ivy stared at Quinn with a sharp look in her eyes. She had suspected Quinn since the last year. First, he gave them the information about Nicolas Flamel, which didn't arouse her suspicion; Quinn aroused her suspicion when he warned her about the stone's chambers like he already knew why she was looking for the information on Nicolas Flamel.
Then they met by accident in the Hospital wing when she was visiting her brother with her family. He had given her a look that said he already knew about what had happened. It made her wonder how he knew Harry got injured in the stone's chambers when that information wasn't public until a few days later.
To Ivy, Quinn West was a person who acted like he knew everything about everything.
Hermione Granger also glanced at Quinn West, but not one of suspicion like Ivy. Her glances were of curiosity and wonder. She had heard of Quinn from almost all her professors about how Quinn was intelligent and was a model student.
On multiple occasions, Professor Flitwick had given her a copy of Quinn's assignments while returning her graded versions of her assignments. His assignments were always shorter than her, and he didn't quote phrases from books or at least from the ones she had read. Quinn's assignments always had points that seemed obvious but were insightful in nature.
Then there were his exam notes, which she had bought because almost all Ravenclaw students talked about them, and she had been exposed to Quinn's charms assignments throughout the year, so she bought a set. The notes were helpful for her exam preparation, so she was extremely curious about the person known as Quinn West.
Quinn broke the silence in the carriage by addressing Hermione, "Ah, Ms. Granger, before I forget, I missed the chance to congratulate you for scoring the highest last year. You must have worked hard. So, congratulations."
Hermione blinked a few times before replying, "...Thank you. Same to you as well." She felt surprised that Quinn congratulated her. She wasn't expecting a congratulation, and not from Quinn, who she barely knew, at least personally.
Quinn turned to Ivy and said, "You too, Ms. Potter. I heard you scored high as well." He was being polite despite the not-so-positive looks from Ivy.
"... Yes, I did," was all the green-eyed redhead said, still blatantly staring at Quinn. And, the blatant staring made Quinn feel a tad bit uncomfortable, but he didn't show it and moved on to the next person.
Ivy stared at the boy sitting in front of her. He had changed little from last year. He had grown a little taller, but other than that, Quinn West hadn't physically changed. The same neatly cut black hair and the stone-grey eyes that shone brightly.
"Last year... did you go inside the restricted part of the third-floor corridor?" Ivy asked directly, with no warning or poking around. The words coming out of her couldn't be more direct.
"Ivy!" exclaimed Hermione. She didn't mind the question, but she was a little shocked at the direct confrontation. But, she did glance at Quinn after her initial shock, wanting to know the answer to the question.
"And, why do you ask that question, Ms. Potter?" replied Quinn, answering the question with a question. He wanted to know her intentions.
"You said that the restricted area was dangerous," said Ivy, but when Quinn was about to speak, she interrupted with her index finger up. "I clearly remember that you said that the headmaster wasn't joking when he said he warned about a painful death. So, don't give the excuse that you were following Professor Dumbledore's words. You said it like you were supporting him with your own experience."
Quinn rested his hands in his lap and contemplated before answering. "I heard it from someone who may or may not have stumbled into the restricted area and may and may not have opened the door to may or may not see an enormous beast, and that person may or may not have talked about it. Of course, I don't know who it was as I just happened upon a conversation and couldn't find the identity of the speaker."
Ivy and Hermione gawked at Quinn with wide eyes. They couldn't believe the words that came out of Quinn's mouth. It was so full of bullshit that they didn't think that it was possible to give such an answer.
"What in the flippin-" exclaimed Ivy, mightily frowning, her eyes reflecting her expression, but Hermione cut her off and asked, "So, you are saying that you personally didn't go to the restricted area and just heard about it from someone."
Quinn shamelessly nodded with a wide grin on his face. He refused to acknowledge that he ever went exploring the stone's chamber and had fun while denying it.
"I am a rule-abiding student, Ms. Granger. I take rules seriously," he looked deeply at her and said, "You understand me, right?"
Hermione nodded deeply, for a moment forgetting Quinn's answer and wholeheartedly agreeing with the importance of rules. Ivy stared at Hermione with an incredulous expression before shaking her head and turning to Quinn, her brows snapped together.
"Do you really believe that anyone would accept such a ridiculous answer?!"
Quinn shrugged with the corners of his mouth turned up, "What can I say... guess, I was lucky to hear such an important piece of information. I figured even if it wasn't true, it was still wise to spread the news that the restricted corridor was dangerous."
Ivy glanced up at the roof before looking at Quinn, her eyes bored into him. "Then how did you know about Nicolas Flamel?"
Quinn's eyes sparkled as he replied to the question, "Oh, that? My sister studied at Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, and Nicolas Flamel gives a lecture there every year. I know all about Nicolas Flamel from her."
He peered at both the girls and smiled mysteriously, "Philosopher's stone is an extraordinary creation, isn't it? The dream of eternal life right at your fingertips, the ability to turn any material into gold or anything material you desire, and the power to cure any disease in existence. Nicolas Flamel warrants more credit than he is credited."
Ivy and Hermione were now hundred percent sure that Quinn had been inside the restricted area, and he knew what it hid. They couldn't get him to accept anything, but they couldn't be more sure that Quinn West had broken all the traps set by various professors with nobody knowing.
Quinn decided to change the subject and inquired, "Tell me, Ms. Granger, what do your parents do for a living?"
Hermione was a little surprised by the sudden question but answered it nevertheless, "My parents are dentists."
Ivy looked at Quinn and was about to explain what dentists were. She had a lot of exposure to the Weasley family and knew that purebloods could be grossly clueless about muggle culture. But, she didn't get to explain as Quinn spoke,
"I haven't been to a dentist in my entire life. We don't have healers that specialize in dentistry." Quinn's time at home between school years was filled with healer visits for annual checkups and safety screenings. George West lost his wife to disease. He didn't want to lose anymore, so he was extremely strict with healthcare.
"Do they own a practice?" asked Quinn, keeping up the conversation.
"Yes, both my parent co-own a practice."
Quinn nodded, already knowing answers to the question he was asking, but it was better than awkward silence, not that he minded the awkward silences. Quinn had thick enough skin to ignore such things.
Ivy sat in her spot, stunned that Quinn knew about muggle professions. She doubted the little information she had about Quinn West and asked,
"You are a pureblood, right?"
Quinn studied Ivy before answering, "Yes, why do you ask?"
"Nothing was just wondering." Ivy didn't want to say that she didn't expect a pureblood to know about muggle society. Even with her limited interactions with Quinn, Ivy knew he would jump on it and accuse her of stereotyping.
"Is Professor Potter returning to Hogwarts this year?" asked Quinn, wondering if Lily Potter would be teaching muggle studies again this year.
"She is... Why?" asked Ivy.
"Oh, right!" Hermione clapped her hands and asked, "You are in your third year; you get to choose electives. Have you taken muggle studies as an elective?"
Quinn shook his head. He would never attend muggle studies classes at Hogwarts. An opinion that he had told the professor of muggle studies to her face. "Oh no, I have selected Arithmancy, Care of Magical Creatures, and Study of Ancient Runes for my electives."
The decision of adding Care of Magical Creatures to his electives alongside Arithmancy and Study of Ancient Runes was a long one. Quinn knew how to handle beast ingredients if given to him dead, but he didn't know what to do with live ones. Quinn wasn't sure if he wanted to learn about live ones. But after contemplating, he decided to take the class on Care of Magical Creatures.
"That makes ten subjects. You will be getting ten O.W.L. in your fifth year," counted Hermione, getting excited at the prospect of taking tests.
"Well... I may take O.W.L exams in Divination and Muggle studies if I feel like it. You don't have to take the classes to apply for O.W.Ls," said Quinn. Of course, these were just Hogwarts subjects. Quinn was determined to test for all kinds of O.W.L and N.E.W.T equivalent examinations in various countries for various branches of magic. He wanted to fulfill his vanity by getting all sorts of certifications from all over the world.
The carriage stopped, signaling that they had arrived at the castle. Quinn got down from the carriage and helped the two girls get down, offering them his hand. Hermione shyly took his hand and thanked him. Quinn thought Ivy would refuse his hand, but she took it.
"Well, ladies, if you have any problems. You know where to find me. See you around," said Quinn before taking his leave.
Ivy watched as Quinn left. Her eyes caught the glimmer of a golden ring Quinn was wearing on his left-hand middle finger.
It shone faintly in the dark.
She found herself staring at the ring but was brought out of her stare by Hermione.
She turned to Hermione before looking at Quinn's back and once again to Hermione and asked, "Hermione, did you notice the ring on West's hand?"
Hermione immediately nodded and answered, "It was a charming ring, wasn't it? It glimmered beautifully."
"... Yeah, it did," said Ivy, trailing off.
"Come on, we need to find the boys. They might have gone ahead of us," said Hermione.
Ivy tossed her current chain of thought to the back of her head and replied, "Yeah, we need to find them. I want to ask where they were on the train. They made us go look for them all over the train."
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Quinn strutted to the Great Hall. Taking in the hall and its bewitched ceiling, hanging chandeliers, long tables, High table, students talking to each other, greeting other after a long summer break.
"Oh yeah, this is nice," said Quinn, smiling all the way to a spot on the Ravenclaw table. He adjusted his butt on the wooden bench and nodded, "Yup, this still sucks." But there was a smile on Quinn's face as he said it.
"Quinn!"
Quinn smiled and turned to watch Eddie jogging towards him. His arm raised, waving his hand.
"Carmichael, my main man. It had been a while, buddy," said Quinn, hugging Eddie.
Eddie sat down beside Quinn and talked about their breaks. Eddie's family had gone to Spain for a family vacation.
A few minutes later, Marcus joined the duo and sat across them, completing the usual trio's seating arrangement.
"Good evening," greeted Marcus.
Quinn sized up Marcus and said, "Man, you grew in the break, didn't you." Among Marcus, Eddie, and Quinn, Quinn had been the tallest, but now Marcus had grown to become the tallest of the group.
"Yeah, kinda grew a little this break. Had to buy a lot of new clothes," replied Marcus, looking around. "When will the sorting start? I am getting hungry."
Quinn took out a cauldron cake from his robes and threw it across the table, "Got you covered."
Marcus's eyes glittered with delight as he tore the wrapper off the sweet and took a huge bite. The in-house glutton spoke with cake in his mouth, "Thwank Fyu."
Eddie and Quinn laughed. They had gotten used to the lack of table manners from their friend.
Eddie's eyes caught something, and he looked down at the table. He saw a gold ring on Quinn's hand and commented, "Since when did you start wearing that ring."
Marcus also looked at Quinn's hand and remarked, "Oh, that looks cool."
Quinn looked at the ring on his left hand. The gold of the ring, reflecting in his eyes. He faintly smiled and said, "Yeah, it is a new thing."
The ring shone as Quinn closed his hand into a fist.
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Quinn West - MC - Third-year student.
Ivy Potter - Potter Princess - Not a fan of Quinn.
Hermione Granger - Top of her class - Knows Quinn in an academic capacity.
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After his first day at Hogwarts, the owner of A.I.D services walked to the office with a suitcase in hand. He hummed a tune as he inserted the key into the key slot, turning it to unlock the door. The lock clicked to release the bolt that secured the door to the frame.
But the door wasn't unlocked, as there were a couple more things Quinn needed to do to unlock the door. He placed his hand on the door and funneled magic into the door. Before leaving last year, Quinn had fused the wood of the door to the wood of the frame by using transmutation, forming a weld between the woods of both structures.
Lifting his hand up to lift up the four wooden planks that barred the door from opening.
Finally, Quinn held the handle on the door and was about to push the door open when he got jolted with a stun of lightning.
"Fu-, motherfu-, shit, bloody hell, Merlin's saggy balls I forgot about that," heaved Quinn, his face all scrunched up in pain, clutching his hand and jumping up and down. There was a charm on the door handle that shocked anyone who touched it.
Quinn angrily disabled the charm on the door after recovering from the shock. He grabbed the handle and was about to push the door but stopped.
"Did I place something else in there?" After a few seconds of thinking, Quinn determined he was safe and entered the office.
White sheets covered the entire office furniture, and some dust flew in the room because of the sudden disturbance of the opened door. Quinn looked to the right and saw the big glass wall, which used to have a door slot to enter the workshop, but now didn't have a single opening. Quinn had sealed the door slot when he left for the summer break.
He walked to the glass wall and touched it to transmute a door slot into the glass wall, making a rectangular opening into the glass. He stepped into the opening, entering the workshop, which too was covered in white sheets covering the table and cabinets.
He sat down his suitcase on the floor and gathered his magic as he walked around the familiar room, smiling the entire time.
Quinn clapped his hand once, and the room came to life as white sheets in the office and workshop flew up and folded themselves into a neat stack on the floor. A wave of magic hit the entire classroom-turned-office-and-workshop and cleaned every nook and cranny of the room, eliminating the dust in the room.
Every drawer and door of every cupboard and cabinet opened and went through the same cleaning process, turning the entire room into a squeaky clean place.
The suitcase on the floor fell to the side and opened up with a dozen or more clicks of locks unlocking. It took a while before things flew out of the suitcase.
Various types of tools, vials of potions, reams of papers, other utensils, and all kinds of things that once filled the cupboards in the workshop once again took their rightful place in the workshop. Quinn again filled the file cabinets that he had emptied before leaving with documents and manilla folders.
In the office, decor adorned the walls. Furnishing the look that Quinn had decided for the office. With a snap of fingers, the chandeliers on the roof lit up the room, everlasting candles shining the room with their flames.
"Now, this feels right," said Quinn. And, at last, Quinn looked at the door leaning against the glass wall. The door lifted itself and took its place in the glass wall, covering the opening in the wall.
A.I.D was back in business
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Gilderoy Lockhart didn't make a positive first or any impression on Quinn. The entire first class, the pompous lying piece of phony lied his butt off about everything. He had wasted an hour of Quinn's time, and even though Quirrell and Binns did that last year, they weren't annoying as Lockhart.
Quinn hated every second of his Defense Against Dark Arts class and had to hold the urge to stun the blonde bastard into oblivion. He spent an hour listening to the bragging that came out of Lockhart's mouth, and there was something about Lockhart's voice that Quinn couldn't ignore. It was like a mosquito's buzz, extremely annoying and hard to ignore.
"Order of Merlin, Third Class, Honorary Member of the Dark Force Defense League, and five-time winner of Witch Weekly's Most Charming-Smile Award, my ass," groaned Quinn, rubbing his temple, entering the Ravenclaw common room.
He made a beeline to his favorite chair in the common room and stopped when he saw a first-year sitting in his spot.
Quinn stared at the chair and the first-year sitting in it, and the first-year noticed Quinn staring at him. The first-year kid felt uncomfortable at being stared down by a senior. He looked around, wondering why Quinn was staring and concluded that Quinn wanted to sit in the chair.
He bounced up from the chair, not wanting to fight with an older student, and walked away from the spot, avoiding confrontation.
"Hey, kid," called out Quinn, causing the first-year Ravenclaw to freeze in his spot. He slowly turned to face and saw something thrown at him and instinctively caught it in his hand. The kid looked at his hands and saw chocolate sitting there. When he looked up at Quinn, he saw Quinn not looking at him and sitting down on the chair.
Quinn sat down on his chair and thought, 'Kids are weird.' Not noticing the reason behind why the kid left the chair.
Quinn slumped down in the chair and looked around the common room. When he looked to his side, he came across a pair of silvery eyes staring at him with a look of distinct dottiness. The girl was extremely close to him and almost startled him out of his chair.
"Can I have a chocolate?" asked the girl with silver eyes.
Quinn studied at the girl, and it took a second, but Quinn recognized the girl.
Stood in front of him, leaning down close to his face, was the girl with waist-length, straggly, dirty blonde hair and a feel about her that made her seem otherworldly.
Luna Lovegood wanted chocolate.
Quinn slowly took out a chocolate cube from his robes and placed it on Luna Lovegood's outstretched hand. She sat down on the chair beside him, unwrapped the sweet chocolate, and put the whole cube in her mouth.
She turned to Quinn, and he could see the small chocolate cube poking against the inside of her cheeks as she put it aside to speak, "Thank you."
Quinn nodded, observing Luna as if she was a rare creature, and extended his hand for a handshake.
"Quinn West," said Quinn, introducing himself.
Luna looked at Quinn's hand for a moment before taking it with both her hands, turning it so that Quinn's palm was facing her.
'Is she... reading my palm?' thought Quinn, but let the blonde do whatever she was doing, finding her behavior interesting.
"Your hands are amusing," spoke Luna. Her voice had a dreamy quality. If her words and voice were solid, they would fly and float away like a feather in a breeze.
"Amusing?" asked Quinn, not knowing what she meant by it. He looked at his other hand to see if anything was amusing with it but couldn't find anything particularly amusing.
She nodded while tracing the lines on his palm with her fingers, "Very amusing." She moved the chocolate cube in her mouth before continuing, "You love magic, don't you."
"... You found that from my hand?" inquired Quinn, watching her still playing with his hand.
She nodded, humming in agreement. Luna pulled on his fingers, popping knuckled while doing so, and smiling when his hand made popping sounds.
"I am sure that you would have no Wrackspurts around you. Your hands say so," said Luna, smiling in delight, but then frowned. "I forgot my pair of Spectrespecs at home, or else I would have been able to see them... maybe I should write a letter to daddy to send them to me."
She suddenly looked at Quinn's face and asked, "Can I have one more chocolate?"
Quinn took another chocolate cube from his robes and put the cube on his other hand that was still in Luna's grasp. The ever eccentric Luna requested something from Quinn, "Please unwrap it."
Quinn unwrapped the chocolate with magic, making sure that he had his fake wand out. His eyes almost bulged out when Luna leaned forward and ate the chocolate straight from Quinn's hand.
'"Thank you. It is quite delectable," said Luna licking her lips that were stained with chocolate.
"... You are welcome," said Quinn, not really sure how he should feel about the current situation.
"What is your name?" Luna stared into Quinn's eyes, silver meeting stone-grey. Usually, in these kinds of situations where he wasn't sure what to do, Quinn would take the opportunity to read the mind to get some hold of the conversation. But right now, he didn't have that in mind.
"My name is Quinn West," introduced Quinn, even though he already did it once. "And, you are Luna Lovegood."
"Yes." She finally released Quinn's hand and now was staring at Quinn's face.
"Your father is the editor of Quibbler, right? Can I buy a subscription," asked Quinn, trying to build a connection with Luna.
Her stare changed a little as if looking for something. She looked at Quinn for a good while before nodding, "I would need you to fill a form and pay the subscription fees. I will send it to daddy."
"That's it?" asked Quinn.
"That's it," replied Luna.
"Alright, thanks."
Luna got up from her seat and left, saying nothing.
Sitting in his chair, Quinn wondered what just happened. He met Luna Lovegood, gave her chocolate, had his palm read, got complimented that it was amusing, asked for a Quibbler subscription, and all this happened while he got caught up in Luna's pace.
"... Huh?" was all he could come up with in the end.
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The first thing Quinn did after getting some free time was visiting the Icy vault. The Icy vault was as miserable as ever. A hellish cold place that no same human would like to spend time in.
Quinn silently put on thick layers of clothes that he specially stitched up himself for enduring the cold in the vault region. Putting on his glasses, he stepped down the stairs. His spiked boots provided Quinn with the grip needed on the iced floors.
Immediately a freezing chill hit him, trying to sap the heat from his body, but Quinn fought back with Blood magic heating up his blood throughout the body. The blood flowed through his body, keeping the body warm, sustaining his body in the harsh cold.
Quinn walked towards the snowflake icicle, not minding the cold one bit. He had become used to it, and if Quinn ever thought about this fact, he would wonder what was wrong with him.
He glanced at the snowflake, and it began to shake, and in one fell swoop, the ice came apart and changed into water vapor. The next second, the cloud vapor turned into a lump of magnesium metal, falling onto the frozen floor with a thump.
Quinn's magic pushed on the gates with his magic, and halfway through, ice spears shot from inside with the sole intention of killing Quinn, but they stopped mid-flight and dropped to the ground as Quinn walked inside the vault.
Immediately, the temperature changed, and Quinn's Blood magic gradually adjusted his body temperature and bought it to a natural temperature, making sure that the sudden shift in condition didn't cause problems in his body.
Immediately, Quinn shed down the layers of clothes and walked around the vault, observing Absolute Zero floating in mid-air, contained by the runes and charms inside the vault.
"Alright, nothing has changed. Good, good," said Quinn as he retrieved a case from his clothes and kneeled on the floor, setting the case on the floor.
With a single click, Quinn opened the case. Inside the container were seven pieces of metal.
Quinn took out three spherical metal balls from the case and looked around the vault, focusing on the vault walls.
"Here goes nothing," said Quinn before rolling the ball on the ground. The three balls rolled their way in different directions. The movement of the three spheres was unnatural as they adjusted their path until they reached the decided spot and came to a sudden stop.
The next second, the three spherical metal balls reconstructed themselves into three pyramids of similar sizes. If seen from above, the three pyramids were in a triangular position. Each one at the vertices of an equilateral triangle, with Absolute Zero in the middle of said triangle.
Quinn took a deep breath before raising his hand in front of him. Three soft streams of continuous magic made their way to a metal pyramid each. The pyramids started to glow in a green light; the light grew stronger until Quinn cut off the magic supply.
"Okay, do your thing," whispered Quinn, hoping that his creation worked according to its purpose.
The three pyramids started to hum, and after a few seconds, thin beams of green magic shot in different directions towards the vault's wall. Small bursts of magical light shot one by one, making contact with the vault's circular wall.
Quinn inhaled a deep breath when he saw the runes etched into the wall glow in an icy blue light. Thousands of runes of various sizes illuminated the vault.
"Okay, okay, it works," Quinn spoke fast and moved faster as he took the three more metal pieces from his case. These pieces were triangular discs, and Quinn slid them on the floor. They repeated the movements of the previous pieces and arranged themselves in a smaller triangle.
The triangular metal discs received magic from Quinn, but this time the input was much more intense and longer, and the output was also much drastic. The triangular discs shot glowed and hummed just like the pyramids, and the intensity grew until the discs emitted circular waves of magic.
Quinn clutched his hand when he felt the vault faintly shake and looked around with gleaming eyes as he watched the runes on the wall switch places, rearranging themselves on the wall.
'Let this work,' thought Quinn, his heart beating hard with both excitement and a tinge of fear. He had made thorough preparation with triple-checking every calculation and decision. But, there was always a chance that thing would fail, and it would release Absolute Zero from its containment, killing him immediately.
It took maybe ten seconds before the runes stopped arranging themselves and the new arrangement glowed brighter with a burst before settling down.
Quinn moved his eyes to his six pieces and urged, 'Come on.' The moment the thought ended, all six metal pieces shot continuous beams of magic towards the Absolute Zero. His breathing hitched as there was a screeching sound from the Absolute Zero, but nothing happened as everything calmed down.
The six metal pieces, three pyramids, and three triangular disks were now connected to the rune formation of the room and Absolute Zero.
Quinn exhaled heavily as he silently watched six beams of magic light connecting Absolute Zero with his metal structure.
He made the metal structures with runic magic. He had etched runes into the metal composite, giving them the functionality to change the rune formation of the vault to add a feature of his choice.
"Phew... that was stressful," said Quinn as he stood up from his spot and walked to the place just below the floating Absolute Zero. He had the last piece of metal in his hand.
The last piece was a circular disc with an indent in which you could horizontally fit a thin cylinder. If you looked closer, you would see faint impressions of runes on the surface. The faint patterns were present on every metal piece that Quinn brought.
Quinn squatted under Absolute Zero and placed the circular disc on the ground, and immediately it moved to calibrate itself to the six metal pieces around the vault.
He went into his clothes and retrieved a small silk pouch. He loosened the string on the top and tilted the pouch for a thin gold cylinder to fall out. Quinn felt the weight of the gold cylinder in his hand for a moment before placing it in the indent of the circular disc. The metal moved around the gold cylinder and clutched it snuggly.
Getting up, Quinn moved away from the circular disc, walking towards the gate of the vault, and stood beside his cold clothes. With his finger raised, he shot a single burst of magic into the circular disc.
"Commencing the last phase," as Quinn said those words. The circular disc shot six beams of green light, one to every metal piece. The second the beam hit the six pieces, every piece shot similar beams to the others, connecting all to each other.
Above in the air, the Absolute Zero showed activity as rings of icy-blue energy appeared around it. Every ring was made up of the cold energy from the intense energy of Absolute Zero.
The temperature in the vault dropped as Quinn activated Blood magic to protect himself, his hand crossed across his chest, observing every change with an eagle eye.
The rings started to revolve and rotate faster around Absolute Zero. After a dozen seconds of acceleration and intense humming from the Absolute Zero, a laser of energy as thin as a human hair shot down at the circular disc, more specifically at the golden cylinder.
*Tink*
It produced the sound when the energy hit the gold.
*Tink* *Tink* ... *Tink* *Tink* *Tink* ... .... .... *Tink* *Tink* ... ... *Tink*
With every hit on the gold cylinder, it produced a sound. The hair-thin energy kept hitting the gold cylinder for a few minutes before it finally stopped, and the rings of energy around Absolute Zero also absorbed back into it. The temperature also rose back to normal.
Quinn waited for half a minute before uncrossing his arms and walking towards the circular disc. There was a cold fog around it, and the surrounding ground was also frozen.
"Hmm... too much energy was wasted. The concentration of the laser wasn't optimal. There was abundant leakage. I need to improve the design and rune formation for the next use," noted Quinn, as he observed the circular disc and the surrounding area.
The gold cylinder detached itself from the circular disc as Quinn moved closer. Quinn looked at the gold, and as he expected, it wasn't frozen in ice layers. But, the cold mist emanating showed that it was extremely cold.
Quinn's mouth curved into a grin, and his eyes gleamed with delight,
"It worked."
His eyes locked onto the gold cylinder floating above his hand.
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Quinn West - MC - Has his hands on something amazing.
Luna Lovegood - Eccentric Ravenclaw - "Hmmm~ Hmm~ Hnmm~ HNMm~ hnHMh~."
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