Capítulo 79: Chapter 79
Harry Potter POV
Harry was inside his laboratory with Bessita, attentively listening to her report, "All of them have selected one of the mediation techniques most fitting for them and started practicing them. Murphy even is preparing to attempt his break-through this month."
"That's good." He nodded toughtfully. "And they are all wearing the rings I prepared for them?"
"Of course, after all, it's their contractual obligation. So what's up with these rings?" She asked in curiosity.
"Hmm, they are magic artifacts that allow me to monitor them and the changes inside their bodies in real time. The most recent result of my experiments." He replied.
In fact, they are still an incomplete product. His current limit for an experiment.
These rings originally were supposed to become AI chips themselves, extensions of his own AI chip using the souls and bodies of other Magi to enhance his own.
The idea is simple. Give his subordinate their own AI chips and assign them experiments or research. All of the new data would be collected together inside his own AI chip, allowing him to assign bothersome tasks to someone else.
Unfortunately, the current result, with his limited capabilities in running and articulating, permits these rings to only act as sensors and recording devices directly connected to his AI chip.
He still could hand over experiments and tasks he didn't want to do himself to others, but they just wouldn't be as efficient as with an AI chip assisting them in their duty.
But it will be good enough to study the changes inside their body through the advanced meditation techniques he had collected in the Abyssal Bone Forest Academy. Valuable data he needed, even if they were only Rank 1 meditation techniques, to sync a more powerful meditation technique.
One more fitting for himself and others.
Another experiment he was performing in that regard was to study and dissect the two Magi he had captured on his way here.
Sure, they were only Rank 1 Magi that had used Grine Water to advance, but even with an unstable foundation, they still underwent the same changes other Magi did to become Rank 1.
"I see. When are we going to use advanced meditation techniques ourselves? We would progress much faster. I can already see the effects on our new recruits. And most of them are less talented than even me." Bessita questioned with interest.
"Once we got fitting meditation techniques of a higher level. Neela, Celeste, and Bicky will have to wait. They already are preparing for another task." Harry replied nonchalantly.
"Makes Sense… And what am I going to do? Will I assist you with your experiments?" She asked excitedly, a crafty look on her face.
"No." Harry denied as he pulled out a bottle with something red inside and an ring out, "You will have to do something else. This is the blood of a giant Kemoyin serpent. In fact, all I have for now. It will take some months before I can produce more of it."
"Giant Kemoyin Serpents are Rank 4 Creatures. What am I going to do with it?" Bessita asked confused. She knew Harry had brought a snake with him from his journey but didn't realize until now what kind of bloodline it possessed.
Suddenly she felt Harry's mind brush against hers; she didn't resist this familiar and comforting feeling as a stream of information entered her head.
"I just taught you the first three levels of Keyomin's pupil, an advanced meditation technique. It has four levels, but I only have these three for now. Your task is to use the ring and practice this meditation technique. It's the best meditation technique available on the South Coast right now." He stated calmly.
Bessita nodded in excitement. With that meditation technique, she will get the lead over Neela, Bicky, and that newcomer Celeste, who all have a higher talent than her. An advanced meditation technique can close that gap!
Once she gets stronger, Harry will only have eyes for her. By advancing to an official magus, she will be even able to alter her shape and enhance her beauty even more!
"I won't disappoint you!" She said it in excitement.
"I know." Harry smiled to her. He easily could guess what she was thinking: "Oh, and before you seclude yourself to learn the technique. Bring this to Neela, Bicky, and Celeste. They are down in the Dungeons."
Harry had pulled out a strangely shaped fruit that Bessita had never seen before.
"What kind of fruit is this?" She asked, interested, as she observed the strange object in his hand.
"It's related to their task. This fruit can grant others abilities, not weaker than the ones of an official magus. It's called a Devil Fruit."
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Every day her life was turning worse.
Right now she was in a rush to gather her things, packing them into her trunk. Her clothes, her books—just everything that she could carry with her hands and fit through the opening of her trunk.
On the other end of the hallways of the upper floor of her home, she could hear her parents being busy with the very same task.
They hadn't much time anymore. All of this was very rushed, but this country was just no longer safe for people like them. The other side had won, and she was using the resulting chaos to save the lives of her parents and herself.
It wasn't like she had much choice.
After all their hope to win this war had dissipated without a trace, nobody was able to find him. The only thing they knew was that he was still alive somewhere.
She brushed a lock of her bushy brown hairs out of her face as she kept gathering the things out of her room. She was just glad that her school things were already packed since she didn't bother unpacking after coming home.
To make things overall worse, the only person that had prevented them from losing this war had just died. Now there was nobody that could keep him in check.
Not the Ministry, nor the Teachers, nor the Aurors, and especially not the Order of the Phoenix. None of them stood a chance against Voldemort.
Her whole sixth year in Hogwarts had been terrible. First her best friend, her ONLY best friend, had disappeared; no trace of him all year.
The one person she thought she could rely on, her supposedly other best friend, Ronald Weasley, had distanced himself from her.
Deep inside, she had known it. Felt it. Ronald had only been her friend because the famous Harry Potter was her friend. At first he tried to be normal around her, only to once again get his hands on her schoolwork.
But the moment she didn't want to share her work with him, the curtain had fallen and Ronald had revealed his true face. Hermione Granger was no longer his friend. She probably never was.
Ginny wasn't much better. She always had the strange impression that the red-headed girl never liked her, but she never really showed it. She was in fact rather nice, and Hermione felt bad for always having that impression.
Unfortunately, that impression had been right. Ginny had seen her as competition for Harry's heart. Which was utterly ridicolous. Harry was her best friend. Seemingly the only one.
She missed him. Without him, she felt lonely.
Sure, the other Gryffindor's didn't treat her any differently, but she had never really fit into the House of the Lion. Her interests were just too different.
Until this year, Gryffindor had felt like home, but without Harry, it felt like she was a stranger. The cruel rumors Ron and Ginny were spreading about her didn't make things nicer.
Most of her time she spent with Luna Lovegood, if you ignore her uniqueness, she had a refreshing and intelligent perspective on the world.
And still, all these problems are so mundane in comparison to what was going on outside and even inside of Hogwarts.
At first she had tried to ignore it and focus on her studies. After all, Dumbledore was still there; he would find Harry, and he would keep Voldemort in check.
Then the Death Eaters infiltrated Hogwarts and killed Dumbledore. The illusion she built around herself to cope with her stress had shattered.
Hermione Granger had realized what kind of Danger she was. She had read the history books about the first war. She had heard the stories.
Her fate wouldn't be kind.
And she was alone.
Bigotry was not exclusive to the Death Eaters. Both sides were similar bigoted; just one would outright torture and kill her, while the other would look down on her.
Without Harry, she was just another Muggleborn for the Order of the Phoenix. Well, not for all. Some were really nice and competent. Like Tonks, Shacklebolt, Remus, Mr. Weasley, or Fleur.
But for most of them, she was just an underaged Muggleborn who shouldn't be involved in the Order of the Phoenix.
The night Dumbledore had died and fallen from the Astronomy Tower, Hermione had realized how naive she had been.
She didn't wait anymore for someone else to solve her problem but began to tackle it logically.
There was no way she could stop or beat the Death Eaters. Without Dumbledore, the Order of the Phoenix was a lost cause. The influence of people like Shacklebolt was just too low.
And the Ministry was just incompetent.
Instead, the very same night she had started making a list of topics she should research for her own survival. Some Wards, the expansion charm, and other useful or defensive pieces of magic.
Still in Hogwarts, she had placed an undetectable expansion charm on her trunk, where they are usually highly regulated and illegal without permission. Who cares, the ministry will fall any day now.
In fact, that was the last update she had received this morning from Tonks.
While she had been still in Hogwarts, she had already written to her parents to prepare plane tickets out of Britain. They needed to move.
Hermione didn't even need to convince her parents. After returning home from her fifth year, she had been completed down and hysteric because of Harry's disappearance; she had revealed the full truth to her parents.
Her parents had indicated they needed to move, but Hermione didn't just want to abandon her friends and Britain. But after this terrible sixth year, she no longer had such problems.
Now there were only two things on her mind: flee and protect her family and find Harry.
The moment the plane took off from the ground, she felt that her decision to flee had been the right one.
After the ministry had fallen, she didn't feel that the restraint of underage magic should hinder her. The Ministry is occupied with different things right now.
She had placed all the Wards she knew around their home, just in case they were too slow.
And these Wards had just broken while she was sitting in the plane taking them away from Britain.
Well, it didn't matter right now. Wizards, especially Purebloods, were far too ignorant to track non-magical ways of traveling.
Instead, she focused more on their flight goal.
Japan sounds nice enough, far away from Voldemort, and it even had a magical school with Mahoutokoro.
Still… will she ever return?
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