Kapitel 6: Chapter 6: Magic!
In a fight, he would have to rely purely on magic. His blast of pure magic was still his primary attack.
Though it was inefficient, it could deal a large amount of damage, including rupturing internal organs if he was actually touching the person.
He could, of course, also manipulate magic tentacle-like constructs like he had done when he had stolen the wallet, but that was hardly going to be useful in a fight.
As a result of his apparent aptitude for coldness, Loki had told him that he would teach him ice-based spells next. The god had told him that ice spells would be far less exhausting for him to use.
Once again, he refused to reveal his reasoning for this, though Harry knew it was to do with his type of magic; Loki had told him that the magic within him was of mixed nature. Some of it was that of mortals, whilst some of it was that of the immortals.
Mortals apparently needed foci to channel and use their magic. Whilst Harry didn't require one, it would help him.
Loki claimed to know the vague location of where one could purchase wands. It was a shop in a place called Diagon Alley, though wizards didn't generally learn to manipulate their magic correctly until they were eleven and were sent to magic school.
Harry was an obvious exception to this rule, having a god in his head who changed his magic, but he didn't exactly want to explain that to a shopkeeper.
'When am I going to get a wand, Loki?' Harry mentally projected. At the moment, the god could only pick up on his thoughts when he was feeling a very strong emotion.
'When you are capable of creating an illusion that will fool people into thinking you're an eleven-year-old. Have I not told you this before?'
'No,' said Harry. 'You just whined about me not being big enough to wield a spear and use it to blast magic at people.'
For a moment, Loki was silent. 'I recall that, though I did not whine. I merely criticized you.'
Harry snorted. 'Sure you did.'
'If I did complain, I had a valid reason. An Asgardian focus would be able to channel both mortal and immortal magic, and you can stab people with a spear. Can you stab someone with a wand? I think not.'
A frown came upon Harry's face. 'Well, I suppose you could jam it up their nose or something…. Would that work?'
Loki sighed. 'If you're close enough to put your wand in someone's nose, there a variety of other techniques I can teach you.'
'You mean like karate or something?'
'No!' groaned Loki. 'Why would you ever need to perform mortal martial arts when I have trained with Asgard's finest warriors for millennia?!'
'Okay, then what would you recommend?'
'I,' Loki drawled, 'would recommend that you use a spear.'
Harry laughed. Whilst the god of mischief often came off as rude and prideful, he was quite funny–even when he didn't mean to be.
'Can you do Asgardian magic with a wand?' Harry asked.
'I don't know. Mortals cannot perform the magic of Asgard, and there has never been a need for an Asgardian to use a mortal wand,' Loki explained.
He felt that he had improved quite a bit at patience over the time he had been teaching Harry, which was less than a week. He dared not say that he may have gained a bit of affection for the boy.
'So are there Asgardian wands?'
'Yes, and they can also perform mortal magic, though it is hard for an Asgardian to channel, but unless you feel like going up to Asgard to obtain one, the only way to get them is to make one, which would also require travelling the Nine Realms.
'There are nine realms that you used to be able to travel from via the Bifrost before my idiot of a brother broke it,' explained Loki. 'You have already heard of Asgard, and we are currently on Midgard. I will not tell you of the others now for they will be too dangerous for us to traverse at our levels of power, so there is no point.' He paused. 'Come to think of it, you probably won't remember their names anyway.'
Harry made a minor protest of indignation, but it was most likely true. For a moment, he contemplated what a weirdo he must have looked like, sitting in an alley with glazed over eyes and occasionally giggling.
From what he had heard from Vernon and Petunia, that was what drug addicts looked like, though they were usually older than him by at least a few years.
When Harry thought of his aunt and uncle, the sadness and disgust he had felt few days ago was no longer there. This was partially down to Loki's manipulations of his mind, and partially from Harry's own logic.
Vernon, Petunia and Dudley had all been cruel to him because of his "freakishness." His life was far more important than theirs, for he had magic and they did not.
Everyone's life was less important than his, because if he died, Loki did too, and that wasn't something he was ever going to let happen.
The god could have simply retreated to the depths of his mind or struggled to get out. He could have tried to take control of Harry, but he didn't. He could have left Harry to the wrath of the Dursleys, but he didn't.
Loki was his best friend–his only friend–his mentor and, from what he understood, Loki's magic influencing him effectively made them father and son.
He wouldn't let Loki die, not for anything or anyone. He didn't need friends, when they would all eventually leave him. Loki was an immortal, and so was Harry so they would live forever.
Harry just had to ensure that happened and first, he would need to grow stronger, destroying any obstacle in his path.
They did not matter, for his and Loki's survival was the most important thing in the world.
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