章 12: 012 Enraged (Re-Written)
At the edge of the Forbidden Forest, Bryan paused and gazed towards Hagrid's hut. The simple wooden cabin showed no lights, and he couldn't sense any magical aura - it seemed Hagrid was not inside.
As everyone knew, the Hogwarts gamekeeper was one of Albus Dumbledore's most trusted confidants. Many times, Dumbledore would entrust this seemingly rough but ultimately reliable big man with extremely important and private matters.
Bryan wasn't sure if Hagrid was out on an errand or patrolling in the Forbidden Forest. To ensure he wouldn't be disturbed, Bryan walked a good distance further south before striding into the woods.
The dense Forbidden Forest was pitch black and utterly silent. Apart from the crunch of dead leaves underfoot, even the bone-chilling winter gales fell mute, cowed by the forest's oppressive atmosphere.
Bryan pressed on deep into the woods. He left the snaky path, skirting a patch where trees had been felled, now just moss-covered stumps. Only when he turned and could no longer see even a glimmer of the castle's lights did he stop, stepping onto a massive, flat boulder.
"This is the place, Grandma Ferena," Bryan said to the old woman forever frozen in a kind smile in the photo. He set the picture on the ground, propping it up with a broken branch.
"According to the customs of the world I lived in before, on the seventh day after a person's death, at midnight, their soul will have a chance to return to this world to visit their living family."
Bryan shook his sleeve and a wand slid into his palm - twelve inches long, ebony, with a dragon heartstring core, well-maintained.
He pointed the wand at the ground. A fist-sized pebble at his feet immediately floated up and, in a flurry of rapid blurring, spun and transformed into an orange-yellow bronze basin.
"At this time, the living family members will commemorate their departed loved one in a certain way-"
Bryan sat down cross-legged, not feeling the slight discomfort of the slippery and cold bluestone on his buttocks.
From his breast pocket he took out a cloth bag. This was a bag Bryan had bought for two Galleons from Dervish and Banges in Hogsmeade. Its space had been expanded with an Undetectable Extension Charm. As it wasn't expensive, its initial capacity was quite limited.
However, after secondary modifications, it could now fit a small car, and even had the ability to sort and store items in batches.
"I wonder if you would like this method?"
A large stack of incense, food, water, flowers, and candles spilled out from the bag, scattered on the ground.
"Whoosh!" Spontaneously igniting golden flames rapidly devoured the incense and the flowers in the bronze basin. The searing heat quickly charred the edges of the gleaming basin black and dried the moisture from the damp air.
The light and shadow of the flames danced across the glass frame, reflecting a rather pale face.
"I'm so sorry I couldn't be by your side in your final days. It will probably be the biggest regret of my life." Bryan said to the old woman smiling in the flames, his chapped lips trembling as he continued to put flowers into the basin.
The surging flames made the shadows flicker, causing the old woman in the photo to appear to come to life like a magical painting, gently comforting the grief-stricken boy.
"If not for you, I probably would have died at that woman's hands sixteen years ago, never having the chance to know this wondrous world."
Piercing northern winds rushed into this fire-lit space but turned gentle. They tenderly ruffled Bryan's hair like an invisible hand patting his head.
Bryan stared at the photo and softly recounted secrets buried deep in his heart. Those absurd things he couldn't voice even to the closest friend - only to his departed grandmother could Bryan speak without reservation.
The gentle moon gradually tilted towards the horizon. In the dead of night, fog surged from the depths of the Forbidden Forest, shrouding everything in a hazy dreamlike state. Dense leaves hung heavy with tiny shards of frost, drooping dejectedly on the branches.
"What do you think he's doing, Henry?"
Lost in thought, Bryan had let his usually keen guard down. He failed to notice that fifty feet behind him, two figures carrying broomsticks and wearing the scarlet robes of the Gryffindor Quidditch team had been quietly observing him for some time.
"Hard to say, Grace, but it looks like... he's conducting some wicked ritual. Using dark magic to summon the ghost of that old woman in the picture. You know those slimy Slytherins love to study that stuff."
Henry, a fourth-year Gryffindor Beater with a round face and beady eyes, lowered his voice as he spoke to the girl beside him, who was both his teammate and girlfriend.
"That's Bryan Watson. An eccentric bookworm."
"An eccentric bookworm?" Grace, a pretty girl with long flaxen hair, raised her eyebrows.
"Yep." Henry puffed out his cheeks and snickered. "I heard Haytham from Ravenclaw say that every Saturday morning in the library he sees Watson sitting in the corner of the reading area with a huge pile of books in front of him. He would not talk to anyone and seemed obsessed with studying but his grades are way worse than Charlie's brother. Probably because he's not too bright."
Grace snuggled up to Henry, leaning on her Cleansweep Seven as she giggled. "Maybe we should head back to the castle and fetch a professor, darling. We can't just watch him curse a deceased old lady with evil dark magic, can we?"
"That's not a good idea, Grace." Mischief glinted in Henry's beady eyes as he swiftly vetoed his girlfriend's suggestion. "Charlie and the others are still in the forest playing hide-and-seek with that giant spider. If we bring the professors, they'll all get exposed too."
"Charlie said his brother Bill is on prefect duty tonight. We could go notify him," Grace proposed, batting her lashes. "I'm sure Bill wouldn't sell out his own brother."
"Not bad, Grace." Henry glanced at Bryan's back on the boulder, and a wicked grin appeared across his face. "But I've got an even more interesting way to punish this evil wizard. Come on, Grace, take out your wand. Let's teach him a lesson!"
With only a few incense and candles left on the ground. Bryan scooped up the remnants with both hands, tossing them into the glowing bronze bowl as he softly bid his final farewell.
"I hope your good deeds in this life become blessings in the next, Grandma Ferena. The place I lived in my previous life was also wonderful. If you have the chance to choose, you could be born there..."
"Hey! Dark wizard of Slytherin, prepare to be judged!"
The sudden shout startled Bryan out of his daze. Before he could react, two jinxes whooshed fiercely from behind him.
"Petrificus Totalus!"
"Confringo!"
In that flash of time, the now alerted Bryan had no chance to consider who was ambushing him. He instinctively reached for his wand to retaliate only to realize in dismay that he had inadvertently pinned it under his leg. He had been sitting cross-legged in front of the fire for over an hour and his head spun, legs totally numb - he couldn't react in time.
'Damn it, I got too careless!' Bryan rebuked himself. Propping himself up with his left hand, he let his body fall to the side, snatching up his wand as he rolled off the boulder - dodging the curses by a hair's breadth.
But Grandma Ferena's photograph and Bryan's conjured fire basin were not so lucky!
Henry's Full Body-Bind Curse missed Bryan but hit the basin. Instantly, whooshing flames leapt skyward, illuminating the gloomy Forbidden Forest as if dawn had broken!
And Grace's Blasting Curse struck Grandma Ferena's portrait dead on. After a crisp shattering sound, the picture splintered into pieces and was swiftly devoured by the golden flames, reduced to ashes in a blink...
As Bryan struggled to his feet, a scorched, crumbling scrap of the photo fluttered past his eyes and drifted weakly to earth.
His gaze trailed after the photo fragment, and countless emotions flashed through his light brown eyes - blankness, shock, fury. As the last of the picture turned to ash, Bryan finally lifted his head and looked towards the source of the curses, and his face was full of rage. Slowly but resolutely, he raised his wand in the direction of the attackers...
Author's Note: Thanks for reading the chapter, I will add some extra facts and description of gadgets and spells of wizarding world mentioned in this chapter below.
Extra Fact 1 :
The specifications of a twelve-inch long, ebony wand with a core of dragon's heart nerves in the context of the Harry Potter universe represent the unique characteristics and properties of a particular wand.
Length: The length of a wand is believed to be an indicator of the personality and magical abilities of the witch or wizard who wields it. A longer wand, such as a twelve-inch wand, often suggests that the wielder possesses a strong and focused magical presence.
Wood: Ebony is a rare and highly valued wood known for its dark and dense nature. In wandlore, the choice of wood can symbolize various traits and qualities. Ebony is associated with protection, power, and elegance. It is often used to create wands for witches and wizards with a strong sense of purpose and determination.
Core: The core of a wand is its magical center, providing a source of power and imbuing the wand with specific characteristics. Dragon's heart nerves are considered to be a powerful and rare core material, representing strength, courage, and ambition. Wands with dragon core are often associated with a more forceful and adventurous style of magic.
Overall, a twelve-inch ebony wand with a core of dragon's heart nerves suggests a wand that is wielded by a determined, powerful, and ambitious witch or wizard. It signifies a combination of strong magical presence, protective qualities, and a propensity for more forceful and daring magic.
Fact 2:
In European folklore and cultural beliefs, there is a concept known as the "Seventh Night" or "Seventh-Day Visit." While not universally practiced across all European cultures, there are some regions where similar beliefs and customs exist.
In certain European traditions, it is believed that the soul of the deceased may return to the earthly realm on the seventh night after death. This is often seen as an opportunity for the departed soul to visit their family, seek closure, or provide comfort. Family members may prepare for this visit by leaving a door or window open, setting a place at the table, or lighting a candle to guide the spirit back home.
In some countries, such as Ireland and parts of Scotland, this belief is associated with the concept of "wake nights." During the wake, which typically lasts several days, family and friends gather to mourn and remember the deceased. It is believed that on the seventh night, the soul may return to bid their final farewell and ensure the family's well-being before departing to the afterlife.
Fact 3:
In the Harry Potter series, one of the magical supply shops in the village of Hogsmeade is called "Dervish and Banges." Dervish and Banges is a store that sells various magical items and supplies, catering to the needs of Hogwarts students and wizards in general. The shop offers a wide range of products, including spell books, potion ingredients, cauldrons, broomsticks, and other magical gadgets. It is a popular destination for Hogwarts students during their visits to Hogsmeade, providing them with essential supplies for their magical studies and adventures.
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FicFrenzy I was confused between reducto and arresto momentum but i thought that reducto is a harmful spell so at that situation that girl may use arresto momentum to slow down MC so that her boyriend's curse can hit him.
章 13: 013 Lesson(Re-Written)
Author's Note: Many readers were complaining that these chapters were weird and confusing so iam rewriting these chapters. if you find some mistakes please comment them.
Although they knew there were two people on their side, although they knew all the members of the Gryffindor Quidditch team were nearby, when Bryan's dreadful gaze pierced in their direction, Henry and Grace still shuddered in unison. It was as if a full-grown Hungarian Horntail had opened its gaping maw towards them, ready to choose and devour!
"Henry~"
Grace gripped her boyfriend's wrist tightly, her voice trembling.
"Are you sure he's just an odd Slytherin bookworm, Henry? Why do I find his gaze so terrifying, a bit like the crazed hippogriff Professor Kettleburn showed us last week?"
"Don't talk nonsense, Grace. We're Gryffindors—the House of Courage!"
Henry inwardly agreed with Grace's assessment. Just a moment ago, when his eyes met Watson's, if Grace hadn't been hiding in his embrace, he might have turned and fled.
But a man's dignity compelled him to stand firm.
"Hey, bad boy Watson, don't look at us like that. You brought this upon yourself. Who told you to sneak into the Forbidden Forest in the dead of night to cast dark curses on someone... Wait, what are you doing?!"
Whoosh!
Magic power raged as the scattered flames on the mud, tree trunks, and stones united at the tip of Bryan's wand into a tangible golden fireball, like a blinding sun rising above the night-cloaked sea.
The terrifying heat rapidly vaporized the moisture in the damp, cold air before spreading outward. A pine tree near Bryan combusted, and the two young wizards dozens of feet away instantly broke into a sweat, as if standing at the mouth of an erupting volcano!
"No, no, please don't, Bryan. We didn't mean to..."
Fear caused two lines of tears to stream down Grace's beautiful face. She was completely unaware of what she was saying, merely pleading instinctively.
Henry also raised his wand, but he knew full well that his dubious Shield Charm could never withstand the ferocious golden blaze at Bryan's wand tip.
"Get on your broom and run!"
At the very moment Bryan's ashen face swung his wand down, Henry finally mustered a shred of courage. He threw all his might into hurling Grace and her Cleansweep-five backwards, letting out a heart-wrenching roar,
"Find Professor McGonagall! Don't look back!"
Henry might never know that it was the brief flicker of humanity in the face of death that saved him.
Witnessing this scene, Bryan's resentful gaze wavered for an instant. The next second, his steady wrist abruptly lowered slightly, and the fireball that would have landed at his feet instead struck the ground ten feet away with a thunderous boom!
Kaboom!
Like the brilliant flash of a supernova at the end of its life, the fireball brimming with terrifying magic power instantly turned the cracked earth into molten lava upon impact.
The scorching air violently displaced erupted in a deafening roar, like a pressure cooker suddenly bursting open. Henry's Shield Charm shattered in less than a second. He didn't even have time to scream before the overwhelming shockwave blasted him away. There was a sickening crack as he collided with a tree trunk-thick tree, then tumbled dozens of feet before finally stopping, his back a bloody mess!
Grace suffered relatively lighter injuries, as Henry had shielded her from much of the blast. Nevertheless, the powerful wave still flung her over ten feet away.
Standing behind an ivory magical barrier unscathed, Bryan glared darkly at the battered and wailing Grace as she scrambled onto her broomstick, not even bothering to extinguish the flames on her robes before bolting towards the castle. Ultimately, he did not attack again.
The surroundings were in utter chaos. Without magical sustenance, the special fire stubbornly devoured the ravaged world.
Crunch, crunch...
Bryan stepped through the scorched earth, approaching Henry's side and looking down at the horrifying wounds on his back with no change in expression.
Of course, Henry wasn't dead. Bryan had no desire to go to Azkaban for further studies, at least not yet.
"I was about to let you taste the agony of dismemberment," Bryan said emotionlessly. "To teach you a lesson. But your final bravery has earned you some dignity."
From a pouch, Bryan retrieved a bottle of dittany along with several colorful, enigmatic potions. Mixing them in proportion, he poured the concoction over Henry's back and, with a wave of his wand, the torn flesh pulsed as new skin rapidly grew over the wounds.
Henry's pallid face regained some color, though several ribs remained unnaturally bent. Bryan did not treat the broken bones—those minor injuries would be easy for Madam Pomfrey to fix.
"I should have known better than to think we'd be safe even at school—"
Swish, swish, swish!
Suddenly, several piercing sounds rent the air from deep within the Forbidden Forest. As they drew closer, they split off, surrounding Bryan from all sides as five shadowy figures gradually emerged through the billowing mist.
Bryan did not seem surprised. As soon as he saw Henry and Grace's Gryffindor Quidditch robes, he knew they would not be acting alone.
However, when one short, stocky silhouette came into focus, Bryan could not help his mouth twitch involuntarily.
Charlie Weasley—Bill Weasley's younger brother, the second-eldest Weasley son, Gryffindor's genius Seeker. Dangling from his broomstick was a spider the size of a car, simultaneously petrified by at least three Stunning Spells!
Bryan had no idea the Forbidden Forest even housed Acromantulas. These Gryffindor lions certainly knew how to have fun!
With a Seeker's keen eyes, Charlie immediately noticed Henry lying at Watson's feet. Despite his youthful age, Charlie remained composed, not demanding answers hastily. Mounted high on his broom, he surveyed the daunting devastation, inhaling sharply when he saw the nearly three-foot-deep, still-smoldering crater before Bryan.
"Where is Grace, Watson?" Charlie's voice was as weathered as his appearance.
"Perhaps she has already become one with the earth," Bryan calmly replied. "You're welcome to search and see if you can dig up a few fingernail shards."
"You killed Grace?!" One of the Gryffindor players roared in disbelief. "And Henry, where are his clothes? What did you do to him?!"
A torrent of outraged shouts poured forth as they all raised their wands at Bryan, some even calling to have him sent to Azkaban.
Indeed, Charlie Weasley possessed a leadership quality beyond his years. Among this group, he was the youngest yet most level-headed. He did not believe Bryan would actually kill Grace unless he truly wished to go to wizarding prison. However, Henry's severe injuries were undeniable, and ensuring his safety was the top priority.
Charlie severed the ropes holding the Acromantula with his wand, maneuvering his broom in the air as he said gravely,
"Hand Henry over to us, Watson, or you may be in for a rough time."
Assessing situations and weighing pros and cons is not something a group of Gryffindor wizards in their teens excels at. If they were of Slytherin heritage, they would likely have reacted with much more restraint and decorum upon witnessing the ravaged and battered state of the Forbidden Forest around them.
"Stop wasting words on him, Charlie! We'll cover you - go save Priam!"
A Gryffindor player mounted on a Comet-series broomstick shouted from above and to Bryan' left, before resolutely flinging a vibrant red spell his way.
The Gryffindor Quidditch team members indeed acted in excellent coordination. That Stunning Spell seemed to be an attack signal, and apart from Charlie, the three other players immediately responded upon receiving it.
To maximally confuse Bryan, they constantly switched positions mid-air on their broomsticks, their shadowy forms weaving an intricate net over his head, intermittently casting Stunning Spells and Body-Bind Curses.
Truth be told, Bryan had originally intended to return Priam to them and had no plans to engage them.
Grace had already gone to fetch help from the castle. The professors would soon learn that students were dueling in the Forbidden Forest. Point deductions and detentions would be unavoidable punishments, but Bryan hoped the detention duration would be relatively short - he certainly did not wish to remain in Snape's office until next Christmas.
However, since the Gryffindors struck first, defending himself through retaliation posed no issue; in fact, it was a welcome outlet for his vexation.
With a flick of his wand, a swirling vortex of intertwined silver and black magical energy materialized before Bryan, its center an indented, unfathomably deep black hole.
Akin to the mythical Charybdis Maelstrom of Greek lore, it hovered by his side, automatically rising to meet and effortlessly devour any spells cast its way from any direction, without need for wand control.
"What sort of magic is that?"
The Gryffindor team tried valiantly - simultaneously attacking from multiple angles or focusing their efforts to breach the vortex - but to no avail.
"I don't know, but it looks like Dark magic!" another yelled in response.
Charlie Weasley knew he had to act; he could not simply stand idly by any longer.
As the prodigious Seeker discovered by Gryffindor House, Charlie's flying skills truly surpassed others by a whole tier. He flitted like an ethereal ghost, briefly lingering in one spot before reappearing elsewhere in a blink.
Moreover, his spellcasting prowess was impressive. Under such high-speed motion, accurately aiming each spell at Bryan was no easy feat - even young Professor Flitwick might not have managed such agility.
Alas, that did not mean he could penetrate Bryan' defenses.
Deep into the night, Bryan unexpectedly enjoyed a high-difficulty aerial display in the Forbidden Forest. Those breathtaking flying techniques awed even Bryan, who lacked much Quidditch enthusiasm. No wonder the Slytherin team had been trounced by Gryffindor's last year.
"You measly worm, will you only cower behind that thing and not come out?"
Unable to overcome his defenses for long, the Gryffindor took to taunting.
"Perhaps we should try a different approach!"
Seeing his Disarming Charm fail again, a panting Charlie hovered, scanning left and right before immediately realizing.
"Fly higher, everyone! Watch out for the Acromantula's venom burning through your robes - Immobulus!"
Everyone, Bryan included, understood Charlie's intention. He immediately turned towards the Acromantula, witnessing Charlie's wand beam strike its hairy, densely-covered legs.
Clack, clack, clack!
Regaining mobility, the spider instantly brandished its two massive, glistening black pincers, emitting an enraged hiss at the wizards before it.
The eight-legged Acromantula, having been toyed with by Charlie and his friends, shook its grotesque head frantically, blinking its emerald compound eyes. In its senses, the buzzing, erratically flying red gnats above and the small wizards not far from it on the ground were in cahoots!
Crack!
The eight-legged spider moved astoundingly swiftly, its massive body's forceful charge effortlessly shattering several trees as thick as bowl-rims.
Bryan arched a brow. He knew about Acromantulas - the venom of these magical creatures was incredibly precious, a single ounce fetching a hundred Galleons. Granted, this particular spider seemed too young, unlikely containing enough venom.
Still, even that was significant, and Bryan had no wasteful habits.
Seeing Bryan unmoving against the spider, worry flickered across Charlie's weathered face. He feared Bryan might have been paralyzed by the terrifying beast. Just as he prepared to caution him, Bryan abruptly raised his arm, wand pointed at the leaping Acromantula mid-pounce.
"Reducio!"
The Acromantula's massive body instantly froze mid-air, its eight eyes simultaneously betraying bewilderment. Before it could react, its surroundings rapidly warped in its vision, and it found itself uncontrollably flying into a glass jar.
"Thank you for this gift," Bryan raised his head after securing the jar with defensive enchantments. "I quite like it."
Gripping his upright wand like a mallet, he sighed, "I'll likely have much trouble to deal with next, so let's quickly end this sorry state and return to the castle. If all goes well, I might even squeeze in half an hour's nap back in the dorms."
"Dream on, Watson! You actually want to sleep?"
The first Gryffindor attacker snapped out of his daze over Bryan' nonchalant subduing of the Acromantula, baring his teeth menacingly, "The Dementors will entertain you thoroughly!"
"The winds are strong up there. I suggest you don't fly too high, or the fall will be quite painful," Bryan disregarded the threat, looking towards Charlie instead. "What did you intend?"
Heeding the warning, Charlie warily raised his wand to his chest, gripping his broomstick tightly, prepared to evade at any moment.
However, Bryan did not cast any spells. Instead, he swung his wand like a mallet, forcefully striking the empty space before him!
Buzz!
With that strike, a violent storm erupted in the invisible realm, magical energy rippling outwards in intense waves from Bryan' impact point like a once-placid surface disturbed by a falling stone.
Bam! Bam! Bam!
The Gryffindors, swept over by the chaotic magical forces, unceremoniously plummeted from their broomsticks like dumplings, each knocked out cold after a few heavy thumps.
"I warned you that it would come to this... Oh, it's never-ending,"
Bryan muttered turning towards the castle, where a concerned Bill Weasley rapidly approached from beyond the Forest's boundary on Grace's broomstick.
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Some readers were confused about MC's age so i will try to clear it. He got hogwarts letter at 11years old graduated 7 years letter at the age of 17-18. Then he worked in the underground world for about 3-3.5 years. so after this period story starts where MC's age is about 21-22.
There may be some differences about canon's side character's age but it wont be a major difference and wont affect the reading experience. The ages may be 1-2 year up-down for the plot.
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