I wonder how many will read this. It is but the words written by a madman lacking sleep. Written only in the middle of the night for extra crazy.

Will this book be read I know not. But I can assure you I am probably mad.


I also wonder how people find this. By accident? Definitely not on purpose. Do they read it and laugh, do they read and say this person is an idiot? I wonder.

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Soma looked up while thinking about what he was going to do. Perhaps it was the twin sense that happens, but, his gaze met hers and Miyu mouthed something. And he remembered something

"What's wrong?" Miyu asked Soma, both appear way younger then now, but then again this is a flashback. She was sitting outside reading a book. 

"Dad, isn't going to sell my dish. He said he liked it."  Soma looked down, Miyu closed her book and put it in her bag. Grabbing her brother's hand, she dragged him away. "Wow, Sis where are we going. What about the restaurant?" 

Miyu stopped at a old stand in front of a house. When Miyu knocked on the door and old couple opened it. 

"Ah, little girl" The old man patted her head. 

"Can I use that again?" Miyu asked still holding her brothers hand, who was completely clueless at this interaction. 

"Ah, yes" Said the older lady. 

Miyu turned to Soma, "Lets make that dish" she said, "Dad, always has a reason. Perhaps we will find it this way." 
"What abou-"

Miyu held up her phone, it was a text message between her and their Dad. She said 'taking Soma out to play.' And their dad said 'ok' 

Using the stand, Miyu observed as her brother made the dish. She found many errors while he was working. Miyu stared at before her gaze traveled down to the small little kitten hidden in the alleyway. She then glanced at the rocks below its feat. She then thought of something. 

Flick

"Ow" Soma yelled and then looked back, at his sister who had a bunch of rocks in her hands. He went pale, "What's with the rocks?"

"I'm gonna flick them at you every time you make a mistake." 

"A mistake."

Flick.

"Ow" He glared at her. 

"The pan" Miyu mouthed 

"Ah" Soma turned back to the dish he was making. 

Flick

Flick

Flick.

"Do you want to fight, or something stop, hitting me with rocks" He yelled getting tired of it.

"No, work" Miyu said seriously, she also observed the people walking by their eyes where curious at the two children but they didn't come over. "…." meaning the food her brother was making didn't entice them, to come over. 

Soma was thinking much about it. 

"Soma, no one is coming over."

"huh?" Finally looking up her also realized that as well. 

"Perhaps this is why, it's a creative idea. But it won't entice others to come try." Miyu said and tapped her fingers as she dropped the rocks in her hand.

"Then, what should we do to get them to come over." 

Miyu opened her bag, as she had an idea. "Let's try this." It was a book on 'Show' Cooking. "Even if we where to try to get people to try our food by running around with samples or using our age as a means to get our food to sell. It won't get everyone, so how about we make it into a 'magic show', something like that wood attract them more. 

"Magic Show" Soma repeated and understood exactly what she meant. With a smile he started immediately, on perfect performance. 

Miyu turned her head back to the guest eating her dish, with joy. 

"Soma Yukihira, 200 Servings, Complete"  her brother was able to pull off a spectacular performance with only five minutes left. 

Miyu sighed, at her idiotic brother and relaxed as all her dishes. By the end her brother had run up to her with his egg dish. 

"Hey, Sis, did you save me a dish. I want to try yours" he said, Miyu pushed a cup to him and he placed his plate before her. He was the first to take a bite and his face grew hot and looked to be in total bliss. 

When taking a bite of his, she thought for a moment and held the spoon to her mouth. "6.5/10"

"Ah, What!" his face stuffy with her egg dish, he looked like a chipmunk right now.  

She smiled lightly, and repeated "6.5/10"

Soma, stopped what he was doing and stared for a moment, Miyu dropped her smile and returned to her normal blank expression.

"What?"

My Life was hell my days were filled with So much misery that I no longer found any reason to live it. But, I was also a coward who couldn’t even pull the trigger to end it all myself anyway. That’s Why I was so happy when she pushed me into the oncoming traffic.

Because surely in death, I will find Peace And Yet……Why?

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1 September, 1964, King Cross.    
The King cross station was bustling with people rushing here and there ,probably trying to catch their train ,Blair ignored them ,Walking calmly towards Platform number 9 while dragging his large trunk with him. He was in a great mood as today was the day he was going back to Hogwarts , He has been wating for this day from the moment he departed for his summer holidays. Holidays were bland as always there was nothing to do ,Most of the time he would read the old Leather book and practise wand movement ,He tried asking for lawn mowing to the neighbours to earn some money. But the other orphans had already beaten him in that area. He had visited Digaon Alley only one time in this 2 months of holidays and that was for buying his second year school supplies.
        He reached in front of the entrance to platform 9⅓ And walked directly through the wall. He didn't notice a thin Black haired girl looking a bit suprised by his sudden disapperiance in the wall.
        As soon as he reached the platform ,He took out his Black spiral wand ,Gave it a flick before muttering "Wingardam leviosa", the trunk began to levitate in the air, he gave it an another flick and muttered "deleo-plumbumsequi" His trunk began to follow him like a tale. This is one of the spells he had learned from the old leather book, it makes a levitating object follow you around. Even though there are well know alternatives for this particular spell ,He preferred this one because it was quite easy to cast.
              After finding an empty compartment He sat down and started reading his second year potion book. This was the only book left to read as He already knew all of the charms and spells taught in the second year syllabus. He could successfully cast majority of the spells from his compiled list, the only exceptions were Reducto and the Patronus charm. The problem with the first spell was that he didn't have that much control over his magic to cast this high level spell, As for the Patronus charm, The main thing needed to cast this spell is that you need a happy memory, it is fueled By the so called Love. Which was the area unknown to him , He didn't have any happy memories or a feeling of love to fuel this spell. The solution to this problem was mentioned in the leather book, someone have to place a fake memory in his pool of memories using mind arts. Blair would never allow anyone to enter his mind ,even if he is surrounded by thousands of dementors.
               As he was reading the book ,He heard the compartment door open.
   "Excuse me can I please sit here ,Everywhere else is full"
                          Blair tore his eyes away from the book towards the soft voice ,He saw a Black haired girl standing in the door ,Calmly looking at him with her dark Blue eyes. There was a hint of loneliness hidden in those eyes, It reminded Blair about his own eyes ,When he looked in the mirror. Blair decided to ignore it and just nodded to her before going back to reading his potion book. 
             The girl looked at his book before taking out her own book and started reading it, They didn't exchanged a single word in their entire trip ,Both immersed in their own books ,Hours later a voice of a prefect came from outside suggesting everyone to change their cloths as they were 5 minutes away from their destination. Blair didn't need to change his cloths ,as he had already changed them As soon as he boarded the train ,But the Girl was still wearing a worn downed shirt and a jeans . Blair packed up His things and went out of the compartment to give her some privacy. 
              As the train stopped ,Blair went towards the carriage parking area ,As instructed by the school. He sat in a carriage with three second year Gryffindor who were looking at him with caution ,Probably because of his Green clock. They talked among themselves ,Ignoring Blair as the carriage went towards the castle.
               The teachers were all seated on their respective chairs, But an unfamiliar man was sitting on DADA Chair. He was a tall man with long Black hair resting on his shoulders ,Calm Blue eyes and a sturdy build body. He was having a discussion with Professor Flitwick.
                        First year students began to enter the hall through the giant door .Blair sat in the corner of the Slytherin table ,Away from other Slythrins and near the Great Hall door. He was reading his potion book as he knew that it was going to take a while to sort every single First year students.
           Blair Heard someone calling out loud 'Mudblood', He thought they were calling for him, With a sigh he looked towards the voice ,just to see that the voice wasn't directed towards him ,But towards the Black haired Girl he met in the train compartment. Looking at her expression of disbelief Blair gave a sign before going back to reading his book. 
              After the sorting ceremony, Dumbledore gave his same weird speech Before introducing their new DADA teacher Professor Steward ,Professor Marrythought retired last year due to her old age. The change in teacher didn't effect Blair as he mostly read his own books instead of paying attention in the class. He only paid attention in 2 classes and that was Potions and transfiguration.
          His new dorm room was an exact copy of his last year room, The only difference was the view of the Black Lake through the window . Blair arranged his things in the room before going to sleep, Wondering about things to do the next day 
   
                 
          
 
          
         
,

Mudblood they say, I will show everyone what a Mudblood can do .



(I know ,I know my summary Sucks ass, Comment a Summary and if it is good I will replace it with my summary)

in the middle of the jungle group of wolf like monsters attacking a girl with katana

"hey , when are u planning to help me" the girl said to the young man who was sitting in black throne and watching her fighting
"come on they're only 11 cup and there mother , sigh don't worry i'll support u from here." mado said with charming smile
"then do it quick i'm on my limit"shira said with tired experience

mado look at her and said "ok, here we go"

*flick*
and drum appear in front of him 
*dom**dom**dom*
"SHIRA"
*dom**dom**dom*
"SHIRA"
*dom**dom**dom*
"SHIRA"
"how can this help me against this monsters?"shira said red face with angry experience and mad tone
"it will help u psychologically"mado said with teasing smile 
"BASTARD I'LL DIE IF U DON'T HELP ME" shira said with blood red face
"and …"mado said with motionless face 
[mado stop teasing her]
'but she's cute like this'
[…]
the monster cup attack together with there mother and all the wind blade from there magic merged together and turned to huge blade moving toward shira
"kyaaa"shira screamed and closed her eyes
*Slash*
"hah"shira opened her eyes and saw mado have already kelled all the monster and looking at her and  
Laughing
"hahahah , what a scare cat and u call yourself magic swordman" mado said while laughing hard
"hmph, just wait till i learn magic, i'll be stronger than u" shira said with red face 
"hahahahah, u stronger than what a joke, u need 100 yeara to reach the level that i'm at now , and when u reach this level i'll be stronger than u with 1000 time at least" mado said 
"hmph let's see" shira saud and start walking  away 
"sigh hey shira" mado walk after her
"oi shira tell me more about the magic school"mado said 
[mado i can give u the information about it]
'yeah but it's quite boring if we walked like this and didn't say anything '

"yeah u didn't tell me why do u want to go with me there?" shira asked

"when i saw a such beautiful and cute girl alone in the jungle, i said to myself to help her" mado said with gentle smile

"wh- wha…"shira want to say something with tomato luke red face but stopped by mado 
"otherwise she'll day with her weak power" mado change his gentle smile to teasing one 
"hmph i won't told u any thing" shara pissed of what he said
"ok actually i don't need u to do that anyway" mado said and snapped his fingers
*flick*
a book appear
"do u know what this book about" mado asked
"hmph" shira acted like she didn't care but she was peeking at him from time to time

mado was reading tge book that he make with imagine magic and information gathering he knows that he can't make a book without knowing the word in it so he used information gathering and then put the information in the book

"hmhm"mado muttered

'magic school in the human continent accept student from the age 17 to 21 as long as they talented they can enter, and the school have a special even this year that had never happened before, and this event is a tournament between all the races will join and fight each other, the principal of the school is the strongest human borna alfred hiw was now as tge strongest genius in the last 100 year on human continent'

'hm not much but still good and if i can't be student i'll be a teacher' mado thought
'sigh so now after i deside what i  want to do, sara if i mixed the skill can i raise it grade'

[ u need skill mixer skill to do that]

'ok get it to me my last free skill use it'
[CONGRATULATIONS U GET G.A SKILL 'SKILL MIXER']

'mix imagine magic , all magick ability and all elements ability'

[DONE CONGRATULATIONS U GET NON GRADE SKILL FIRST MAGIC]

[First magic]
the one who use it can make anything as long as he can image it, and it have no grade cuz it power come directly from the heven

'can i add something to the system with it'

[even with the power of heven u want to change the heven, let me give u an example from ur past life lets say that u want to hack google company so u entered google web and write how to hack google what do u think of the ex]

'ok how about exchange erase one and get one hah…?'

[ that's possible]

'ok erase the bloodline and eyespower this two can't help me in any thing'

[U ERASE THE BLOODLINE FROM UR SYSTEM]

[U ERASE THE EYESPOWER FROM UR SYSTEM]

'now add proficiency and nickname'

[CONGRATULATIONS U GET  PROFICIENCY SYSTEM IN UR SYSTEM]

[CONGRATULATIONS U GET  NECKNAMES SYSTEM IN UR SYSTEM]

[U GET 2 FREE NECKNAMES IN PLACE OF THE 2 EYES]

'oh that good give me harem god neckname'

[CONGRATULATIONS U GET NECKNAME HAREM GOD]

[Harem god]
make ur luck with women 7 time better than normal
[CONGRATULATION UR TEASING PROFICIENCY RAISE TO 100 CUZ OF HAREM GOD NECKNAME]

'ok, i don't have any idea for the second neckname so lets keep it till i think of something'
lot
[ mado u can add lottery or 2000 point to the 5000 from hacking the SP]
' hm, i choose lottery'

[CONGRATULATIONS U GET LOTTERY SYSTEM IN UR SYSTEM]

[Lottery]
u can hack it once a month

'hack it '

[Congratulations ur cooking proficiency raise to 100]

[Congratulations u get the neckname of cocking master]

'Shop'

[Shop]
{mechanical book}
[Mechanical book]
Cars: price 400
motorcycles: price 450
tanks:price 550

airplane: price 600
 ...
SP:2000
'ok lets start with this'

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hey what's up guys the store start getting more and more interesting right.😁

strang boy found himself in strang place 
"where the f*ck am i ?"
"and who the f*ck are u…?"
the strang boy look around and saw a middle age man look at his 30s so he asked him
the man stand from his thron
"me…i am the author or i should say the god"
"I am the god of universe"
he said and look proud of himself
" and now i'll reincarnation you to another world and give 3 wishes"
the author said while looking at the strang boy
" wait wait wait how came i am here and why i don't remember my name or any of my family member name"
the boy said while trying to remember but he didn't got anything other than a headache
"your memory are sealed and i think you're smart enough to find out that you have already die"
the god said while looking at the calm face of the boy
" so you're saying that i have 3 wishes"
"yes"
"and my memory are sealed by you"
"yes"
"how can i restore them"
"only i can do that and I won't it's my rule"
"f*ck you and f*ck your rule"
"stop your b*llsh*t"
"sigh…my first wish is haking universe system and the rest set on them don't need them"
"so from the way u talk with i can figure that ur not happy with what i give to u"
"shut the fuck up and transport me "
"sure i will"
and the boy vanished from his place
"now u will regret for being rude to me"
the gad say with devilish smile

"where the hell have tht f*cking gad transport me to"

hey guys I'm not really good at English put i'll try my best
and this is my first novel so don't except something ??

As Long Yang expected, the story of Long yang beating Nangong Jun for Han Sha surged through Shengye Middle School within half a day. Both students and teachers couldn't stop gossiping about it.

Most of them believed that Long and his family would be screwed after they learned about Nangong's family background. But more people admired him very much.

However, the two main characters of the story lived their normal lives as if nothing had happened.

During break, he came to a quiet place in the campus and called out the system interface. His Fame points reached 235,6 now! He could do the lucky draw again!

He clicked the "Prize" in the middle of the prize wheel. The letter vanished and an indicator appeared. Meanwhile, seven boxes with different colors presented around the indicator.

The indicator rotated quickly and finally stopped, pointing to an orange box. He was surprised to see the glittering word on the box - Clairvoyant.

Then the letter melted into a streak of golden light and flew to his brow. He jumped as if a pin had been stuck into his brain.

"Ouch! What is wrong with me, Meow?" he asked as he clenched his fists.

"Clairvoyant is a magical skill of Level 2. In order to implant it into your body, the system has to update your brain, rearrange your brain cells and transform your eyes. It's normal to feel a sharp pain," answered Meow.

His eyes became more and more itchy, and he felt a sudden compulsion to dig his eyeballs out.

With the pain in his brain and itches in his eyes, he felt it was not that easy to take advantages from the system.

Luckily, he was a person of iron will and endured the whole progress.

"Meow, could you please introduce the functions of Clairvoyant to me?" asked Long.

"Clairvoyant is a magical skill of Level 2. You can use it two hours a day, but you can divide the two hours into ten time at most. It has many functions, such as penetration, enlarging, shrinking, shooting, fast and slow motion, etc."

Then Meow taught him how to use these functions in details.

"Excellent!" He jumped up in excitement after hearing Meow's introduction.

For example, if his opponent was much faster than he was, he could use the slow motion to slow down the opponent's moves. 

The shooting function could be used in recording books. He could record the content of the book while reading. How many hours does a man need to read through a book? But how many minutes does it take to flick through the pages? If he could flick through the pages of a book in one minute, then he could record 60 books in one hour. He could set up a library in his mind with this function.

Long came back to the classroom and sat on his seat. Li Lei stared at him with a weird expression.

"Is there any stain on my face?" asked Long.

Li shook his head.

"So I look much more handsome?"

Li shook his head again and handed him a mirror. "Look at yourself."

Long was surprised to see a pair of red eyes in the mirror.

"Are you okay?" Li asked.

"It's nothing. Sand blew in my eyes, and I rubbed my eyes hard." Long made an excuse. He knew it must be because of Clairvoyant.

After school, Long stayed to clean the classroom while the rest classmates left.

He asked Meow in his mind how many Fame points it took to do the next lucky draw. After hearing the answer, he uttered an extremely uncouth four-letter word.

He needed 10,000 Fame points!

"Damn! There are only 2,000 students in Shengye Middle School. Does it mean I have to shock them in five different ways?"

With the divine ring on my hand, I have a beauty. Since the senior high school student LING YANG obtained a ring, his life had undergone a tremendous change. The high and cold school belle, the absolute beauty teacher, the charming boss lady, and the violent and violent police flower had all intruded into his life. For that reason, Ling Yang felt extremely vexed. Would he accept it, accept it, or accept it when facing so many beautiful women?
This is story of common man who receive ring and change his fate.
But can he be overload of universe by doing quest send by ring system?  or Became overload and be beyond system and change fate organised by ring ?

Did you think the child wanted to soak some treasure out of this lousy book? No. 
Qiao Mu merely wanted to wash this dirty and stinky book. 
If it disintegrated in the process, great! She could throw it out with this bucket of water… 
She soaked the book in the tub, again and again. When she picked the book up by a corner of a page, she thought the book would soften at least, but no!
It still remained that handsewn book that looked like it would fall apart at any second. 
It looked like it would fall apart, but the pages remained intact and didn't even have a soak mark!
What was going on?
The child was kneeling next to the tub and used two fingers to flick the lousy book floating in the water. After poking it around for a while, the child was at her wit's end when she suddenly caught sight of the flickering candle flame on the table.
An idea occurred to her, and she scurried to the table with the book in hand and held a corner of the book above the candle. 
She forlornly watched the flame dance across the page, but it would not lit up no matter what. 
What kind of bloody book was this?!
After exhausting herself from wrangling with the book, she tossed it to the table and jumped onto the bed in a huff, covering her head with the comforter to go to sleep. 
The lousy book, the dilapidated box—that was all the trash she got from her trip to Maple Pavilion. 
Starting tomorrow, I'm going to enter closed-door cultivation and won't see anyone…
After the child fell asleep on the bed, the battered book tossed aside on the lonely, frigid table suddenly emitted a red light late at night. 
The light and the book transformed into a ball of red mist and burrowed into the child burrito. 
The child was sound asleep as she curled up inside the blanket.
When the red mist dug between her brows, a stab of pain pierced her. 
She abruptly opened her eyes and dazedly stared ahead of her for half a minute before her eyelashes fluttered and she tiredly closed her eyes again. 
The next morning, the child didn't wake up until the sun was high up in the sky.
She sat on the bed and looked at the bright sun outside her window with a disoriented expression. 
How strange!
She had never slept in so late since the day she was reborn. 
She wandered a circle around her room and slapped the back of her head. A nagging feeling told her something was missing from this room. 
After washing up, Qiao Mu sat down next to the table and poured a cup of cold tea for herself. 
Her hand around the teacup suddenly paused when her gaze landed on a corner of the table. She struggled to recall yesterday's memory. 
She remembered… she clearly threw that lousy book on the table. 
Why was the lousy book missing? She tilted her head and peered under the table, but nothing was there. 
She furrowed her brows and inspected her room, yet nothing was out of place. 
There were also no traces of any strange presence lingering in the room, so no one intentionally sneaked in here and stole her lousy book… 
"Master! Ah, Master!" Qiuqiu's voice excitedly rang out next to her ear. 
"Why did you run out here?" A little treant was tugging on her skirt. 
"Master, are you surprised? Are you happy? Qiuqiu can come outside for a short time now!" The little treant giddily exclaimed as she shook Qiao Mu's skirt.
"Master only needs me by her side! You? Go back to wherever you came from!" The nimble golem jumped down onto the floor and promptly sent a kick to the treant. 
Caught off guard, Qiuqiu was sent rolling back by the golem. 
Such outrageousness! Qiuqiu rolled away quickly but rolled back even quicker. She leaped toward Qiao Mu and hung from her skirt. "Master, Master, Master! Who's this weird looking guy?!"


A genius talisman practitioner is reborn as a seven-year-old girl! However, her innocent appearance belies her vicious personality. 
In the remote countryside, the Crown Prince runs into her, beating up her enemy. She is indifferent, but it’s love at first sight for the Crown Prince!
“Not good, Your Highness the Crown Prince, Her Highness the Crown Prince Consort used an immobilization talisman on His Majesty the Emperor, and His Majesty is currently eating dirt in the main hall.”
“Isn’t that normal? Who told that dog emperor to provoke my wife? I say it’s a job well done! Pour a bucket of ice water on him to cool him down!”
“Your Highness the Crown Prince, it’s really not good this time! The great Crown Prince Consort threw out three explosion talismans and destroyed Noble Consort Zheng and her house!”
A certain crown prince laughed madly. “Job well done! She’s truly my wife; she’s as awesome as always!”
“Crown Prince, Crown Prince, it’s seriously bad this time! A beautiful man appeared in the great Crown Prince Consort’s room!” You got cuckolded again!
The crown prince harshly picked up the handsome man half laying on her bed. “Who are you?” 
A certain consort replied with a stoic face. “I drew a deity-inviting talisman and summoned a venerable immortal of love.”
“Get lost as soon as you finish fighting!”
“Oh, sorry, it's easier to invite the devil in than to send him away!” I’m not leaving!
Embark on this adventure of a little stoic who just wants to grow stronger and protect her family but unwittingly ends up with a merry company of troublemakers. A riveting cocktail of cultivation, zombies, and sci-fic!


When we returned home, Dad and I were exhausted. It felt like we had just been through a shopping war, and we were on the losing side. The only one of us who didn't look tired was Mum. She had a smug grin on her face as if everything had gone according to her master plan.

Floating behind my dad was my trunk. Inside was all the supplies that I would need for the year. Looking at all the stairs and corners that we would have to maneuver it around made me grateful that I was in a family of wizards. If we had to drag it up by hand, it would have taken forever. As it were, Dad just followed me to my room with it effortlessly floating behind him.

After he dropped my trunk in the corner of my room, I eagerly opened the trunk looking for my spell books for the year. Looking inside, I discovered the trunks' expansion charm. It was a little strange to look inside and see the inside dimensions around three times the outside dimensions. Finding my books off towards the side, I grabbed the first one and turned it over to find — Standard Book of Spells Grade 1 by Miranda Goshawk.

The instant I opened the book, my mother's voice rang out, "Alex, dinner time."

Reluctantly, I set the book down, knowing if I didn't head down now, Mum would lose her temper. Dinner seemed to drag on forever. Time itself seemed to be mocking my desire to practice magic with my wand for the first time. Deciding that attempting my first spell in the house was too risky, I decided to wait till night when everyone was asleep.

To pass the time after dinner, Dad and I played a few games of wizard chess. After his third loss in a row, dad threw his hands up and declared, "You're cheating somehow."

Off to the side, Mum and the twins laughed at Dad's expression.

Sorry Dad, but you're no match for someone who has played computer chess masters before. While wizard chess did have a few other factors to consider, like your piece's motivations. It was mainly similar to regular chess. In my previous life, one of my main pastimes at the hospital was playing chess online.

I think the final straw for my dad was when Sasha stood up and hugged him to comfort his latest loss. At first, my dad seemed to draw strength from her support and almost issued another challenge. Then she patted him on the back and sweetly said, "It's ok daddy, even though you stink at chess. I still love you."

Hearing Sasha's words, Dad's face wilted. Mum fell off her seat laughing uncontrollably. After catching her breath, she crowed, "This is karma, all those time beating me and gloating when we used to play, now it's your turn to lose all the time."

As the night wore on, I couldn't help but watch the clock impatiently for my chance to head to the tower. An hour after everyone had gone to sleep, I slowly opened my window, I winced at every loud squeak it made. After making sure the noise didn't disturb anyone, I grabbed my book and broom and took off into the night sky.

Luckily my tower master ring had some type of homing spell linked to the tower. If I concentrated, I could feel a tugging sensation in my mind, pointing the way to the tower. Upon arriving, I headed to the top of the tower where a broken branch hid a ledge with a door as soon as I landed the door melted away, leaving a gaping black hole in the tower. Once I crossed the threshold, torches on the wall began to light, and when I made it to the main floor where I found Anton sleeping in his portrait.

"Anton," I called out, wanting to seek his instruction before I started casting spells.

Upon hearing my voice, Anton's eyes snapped open, and he began howling, "Intruder, How dare you wake me from my slumber, prepare to meet thy doom. Your fate shall be horrible, all will tremble in awe of my power, and the whole world shall fear my wrath… Oh, it's just you, Alex."

I rolled my eyes at his antics and pulled out my new wand. I waved it threatening in his direction and joked. "You know, now that I have my wand, you might want to be a little more respectful."

He scoffed, and said, "Bah, the great wizard Anton, fears no one."

Studying my fingernail, I innocently suggested, "You know, the other day, I was at my grandmother's house, and I found another painting of one of our ancestors. Her name was Elizabeth Fawley."

Upon hearing the name, Anton shuddered and whispered, "You wouldn't dare."

Knowing that I had found a weakness, a Cheshire grin emerged on my face, "Well, I suppose I don't have to mention I found her husband's painting. I wouldn't want to see my brave mentor who fears no one, to suddenly become fearful. Especially since I will need his instruction."

Muttering to himself about how kids these days have no respect for their elders. Anton gave a small bow and asked, "How can I help you at this late hour?"

Pulling out my spellbook, I eagerly responded, "It's time for me to cast my first spell. I want your advice before I do."

Nodding thoughtfully, he responded, "Before you start casting, it would be better to work on learning the different wand movements beforehand."

Tilting my head in confusion, I asked, "How many wand movements are?"

Anton waved his hand through the air while he explained,"There are dozens of different movements. Such as, swishes, flicks, twirls, spins, pokes, and even compound movements that combine multiple movements. If you learn how to move your wand correctly, there is less chance of your spell going out of control. I believe I had a book on wand movements in the library on the lower level."

After retrieving the book from the library and looking over the movements, I began practicing the swish and flick movement in anticipation of casting the levitation spell that Ron used to take down the troll in the first book.

After practicing the wand movements for some time, I opened the standard book of spells book to look up how to cast it. After memorizing the spell incantation Wingardium Leviosa, I started to swish and flick my wand while chanting the spell.

I drew my wand and pointed it towards a wine glass on the desk and chanted, "Wingardium Leviosa" while performing a swish and flick wand movement and concentrating on making the goblet float.

To mine and Anton's surprise, I achieved success on my first try. Having a wand made all the difference in the world when casting magic. The amount of mental effort compared to using a wand or wandless magic was like comparing night and day.

I shot a smug grin at Anton. I could see from his expression that he was impressed that I achieved success on my first try. After a few minutes of watching the glass float around, the spell began to wear off, and it floated back down to the table.

Eager to try another spell, I began to flip through my book for another to try out, when Anton interrupted, "What do you think you are doing?"

Raising an eyebrow at his question, I replied, "Looking for another spell to try out, that one was too easy."

He rolled his eyes at my answer, and scoffed, "So you cast a spell once, and you think you have learned everything there is to the spell. Let me tell you there are many different ways to use that spell. You simply had it float in the air. True mastery involves being able to command it entirely in the air."

Hearing his advice, I continued to practice the levitation charm. After thirty minutes of casting the levitation charm over and over, I realized that I was quickly becoming exhausted, and it was becoming more difficult to cast the spell. Finally, I chanted the charm one more time, and it failed.

Turning to Anton in confusion, I asked, "Why am I so tired? I feel like I can barely think, what is wrong with me?"

Rolling his eyes at my questions, he said, "What did you think you could cast spells indefinitely with no consequence. You will have to build up a mental endurance, to be honest, you did amazing for your first time, I expected you to run out of steam fifteen minutes ago."

To clarify, I said, "So, it's not because I ran out of magic, right?"

Shaking his head, Anton clarified, "Wizards don't ever run out of magic, but rather, there is a mental limitation that wizards have; it is because of the mental component that spells require. When wizards cast spells, they can become exhausted by the mental effort needed to perform the spell correctly; if they can't concentrate, they may not be able to perform the spell correctly."

I nodded my acknowledgement and asked, "Is there any way to improve my endurance?"

He shrugged and replied, "Sure all you have to do is cast spells over and over, as you get older, you will also be able to last longer and longer. The mental component is like a muscle, the more you use it the stronger it gets."

After confirming with Anton that wizards can build their mental endurance, I decided that I would cast spells at the end of every day until I was too exhausted to continue. The next night I returned to the tower with more of my spell books. Pulling out my transfiguration book, I asked for my first lesson in transfiguration.

Shaking his head, Anton refused, "No, stay away from transfiguration magic. It's the most demanding subject, and too much has the potential to go wrong. Perhaps next year, when you have some experience with transfiguration, we can move forward. But, until then, I would recommend just practicing, charms, jinxes, and hexes. There is no rush to be in a hurry; you will have seven years at Hogwarts to learn more difficult magic."

Seeing how serious Anton was on the subject, I decided to follow his advice. As summer continued, I split my time at Dad's workshop and at the tower. There I practiced charms, hexes, and jinxes, I was determined to impress my teachers at Hogwarts. By the end of the summer, I could tell Anton was half annoyed, half impressed on how easily I picked everything up. He said, "With how quickly you pick magic up, I wouldn't be surprised if you are sorted into Ravenclaw."

Having never heard him speak about the houses at Hogwarts, I asked curiously, "What house were you in?"

Puffing his chest up, "I was in the noble house of Hufflepuff."

Snorting in laughter, I said, "I don't know, you seem more like a Slytherin to me. I mean, you did build this dark tower in a forest, which has a lot of traps built into it. It seems like what a dark lord from Slytherin would do."

Snorting in derision, he replied, "Hmpf. Shows just how little you know about the houses, Hufflepuff is the house dedicated to hard work. What could be harder than building a tower like this all by yourself? Besides, just because a few wizards from Sythernin go bad doesn't make them all evil. Plus, there has been plenty of dark wizards who have shown up in some of the other houses. Although even I will admit, more of them seem to come from the Slytherin house."

Not knowing what to think, the books seem to imply that all the dark wizards came from Slytherin house. But there is the possibility that the Harry Potter books were told from a narrow point of view.

That theory does make sense. If Slytherins were really a breeding ground for evil wizards, why would they be allowed to remain? The idea if you are sorted into a particular house, either makes you a hero or a villain, is a simple idea.

Over the next few days, the idea of what house I would be sorted into consumed my thoughts. I was curious about what it would say about my character.

If I remember correctly, Slytherin took those who were of the purest blood, and of great cunning. But I also remember that there have been plenty of talented half-bloods who ended up in that house as well.

For Gryffindor's house, I believe they sought the bravest wizards along with those who are chivalrous. Those in Ravenclaw were supposed to be the most intelligent wizards.

And while Hufflepuff didn't have any mandatory criteria, her house was supposed to be hardworking and the most dedicated to teamwork.

A few days before I was supposed to leave for school, we had a large family dinner with Grandma,Uncle John and Aunt Nefret. Cousin Omar couldn't join us because he had already left for school.

Wanting to get some advice about the Hogwarts houses, from my family, I asked, "Does our family have a particular house we normally get sorted into?"

Hearing my question, Dad shook his head, "Not really, while some families seemed to stick to a particular house, our has been all over the place. I was a Ravenclaw student," he bragged.

Considering what my father did for a living, I wasn't too surprised. Eager to hear what house Uncle John was in, I turned to him with an expectant look. A smug grin appeared on his face, and he pronounced "Slytherin."

Not too surprised at the house he was in, I sent an eager look towards Grandma, and she said, "Well, I was a Hufflepuff, and your Grandpa George was a Gryffindor."

Hearing that my family came from all the different houses, I asked curiously, "What house is the best?"

All three exchanged looks towards one another and responded at the same time.

"Hufflepuff," Grandma exclaimed.

"Ravenclaw," Dad declared.

"Slytherin," Uncle John replied.

With an annoyed look on my face, I replied, "That's less than helpful."

Seeing my expression, Dad comforted me, "It doesn't matter what house you get suited into, the house the hat sorts you into, is the house in which you are most suited for, we couldn't care less what house you are sorted into."

Seeing that I was nodding to indicate that I understood, he reached over and hugged me and whispered into my ear. "That being said, Ravenclaw is the best house."

Deciding to interject, Mum said, "I don't know why Hogwarts sorts people into different houses, it only seems to divide your school."

Before anyone could express their opinion, I replied, "It's a rather clever system. Having different houses has multiple benefits. The first is it gives people motivation to try harder. When people have a sense of belonging to a group, they naturally want that group to succeed. Having opposing houses ensures that you strive your hardest to do better than the other houses. The next benefit is that of behavior control. How else do you expect a few teachers to control the behavior of almost a thousand teenage wizards and witches? They achieve all of this through the house cup competition. On the one hand, they reward students for being the best and having achievements, and on the other hand, if they misbehave, they punish the house that they belong to, which encourages students to follow the rules. If they choose not to and continue to cost the house points, they often have to deal with their fellow student's disapproval from their own house. It is an effective social control formula."

The rest of my family looked flabbergasted at my in-depth review of the house system.

My uncle weakly offered, "I was just going to say it was a longstanding tradition."

Dad proudly raised his nose and bragged, "Definitely a Ravenclaw."

The following two days went by in a flash, and the next thing I knew, it was the first of September, and I would be heading off to Hogwarts.

What would you do if you were reborn inside the Harry Potter Universe. Follow Alexander Fawley's adventures as he is reborn in the Harry Potter world. In this tale, he will have new unique adventure to call his own, And he will discover that the Harry Potter Universe is much greater than he had imagined.  


P.S 
This is my first story, so please leave reviews, to let me know how I am doing so I can get better. Also J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter I simply like to play in her world

"Fire?"
Wizard Bass was momentarily stunned. He was extremely proficient in Fire-type spells and had constructed his own spells until he became a Seventh-level Spell Casters. Fire-type spells, in particular, was one of his strongest element.
Yet, looking at the pale white flames released by the black-robed Wizard, he felt a sense of acute danger. It felt as if once he came into contact with the flames, there would be catastrophic damage.
It was a feeling which Wizard Bass had not felt in a very long time.
"Retreat!"
Wizard Bass did not hesitate and retreated backward. After all, he was a Seventh-level Spell Caster with lightning fast reflexes. The moment the thought formed in his mind, a spell had been released. His figure retreated backward in a flash and away from the burning flames.
Seventh-level Spell Casters derived spells that were best suited for them, so the level of compatibility was very high with some even achieving a hundred percent compatibility. Merlin, too, had been constructing Fourth-level spells with one hundred percent compatibility.
There were no essential differences between self-derived Fourth- and Seventh-level spells, but very few Spell Casters could derive new spells at the Fourth-level.
No matter how talented an elementary school student could be, it was impossible to understand calculus without slowly accumulating the knowledge that it comprised. Similarly, with the accumulation of profound knowledge and experience in constructing spells, it was much easier to derive a spell upon reaching the Seventh-level.
In terms of quality, however, as long as the spells were self-derived, there were no fundamental differences between them. The only difference would be their power levels.
Another benefit of self-derived spells was that the reaction time to cast a spell was nearly zero. On the other hand, previous spells, due to lack of perfect compatibility, would have a slight time lag. The time lag was usually very short that it was almost indiscernible.
Nevertheless, in a life-or-death moment, that tiny time lag was enough to determine the outcome of a battle. If Wizard Bass had not been a Seventh-level Spell Caster, there was no way he could have escaped the attack of Fiery Collapse earlier.
"Who the heck…?"
Wizard Bass was still a little nervous as he watched the black-robed figure gradually emerge from behind the pillar of flames.
"Hand over the Neverending Book!"
The mysterious black-robed Wizard was still covered in a layer of menacing flames, almost like an embodiment of fire. Of course, it was Merlin, who had entered the Thousand Miles Snow Cave earlier.
Merlin had followed the strong Fire Elements fluctuations and rushed here. Unexpectedly, he was the first to arrive and witnessed the exchange between Wizard Bass and the two other Seventh-level Spell Casters.
However, Merlin kept himself hidden in the dark. Since Wizard Bass and the others were fully focused on guarding against one another, they did not notice that there was someone else lurking in the dark. It was up till the point that Wizard Bass tried to leave that Merlin showed himself.
Since the Neverending Book was in Wizard Bass' hands, Merlin decided to act immediately. However, he did not expect that his sudden attack would be dodged by Wizard Bass.
On the other hand, Wizard Bass just had a close brush with death and was extremely wary of the mysterious black-robed Wizard. The flames earlier made him shudder in fear. It was definitely not the kind of force that he could handle by himself.
Nevertheless, obtaining the Neverending Book had not been easy for Wizard Bass either. He had to track down Nelson for many days and nights to obtain the Neverending Book, and even devised a plan to stop two Seventh-level Spell Casters from attacking.
Unpredictably, in the end, he was just one stroke short of success!
"Heh heh, you're not the only one who wants the Neverending Book!"
Wizard Bass was trying his best to delay time because the black-robed Wizard was far too intimidating. He did not have the confidence to challenge the black-robed Wizard alone, so the best he could do was to delay time and wait for the other Spell Casters to arrive.
He believed that the fluctuation earlier would have attracted a lot of attention from the Spell Casters inside Thousand Miles Snow Cave. At this point, Wizard Bass could only hope that he would benefit from the imminent chaos.
The catch, however, was that even he himself was not confident that he would be able to hold onto the Neverending Book amidst the chaos. Nevertheless, it was his only hope!
"Unwilling, I see?"
A cold look flashed across Merlin's eyes. He must get the Neverending Book, no matter what!
"Boom!"
It was only a single step from Merlin yet it felt like a huge stomp directly on Wizard Bass' heart. With a light flick of Merlin's finger, infinite darkness enveloped Wizard Bass, trapping him in complete darkness.
"Illusion?"
Wizard Bass was shocked as he recognized the illusion at once. The revelation made him even more shaken because he was a Seventh-level Spell Caster who had achieved the Mind Power of the peak of the Seventh-level. Most illusions were unable to affect him.
Yet with just a gentle flick of his finger, Merlin had cast an unknown Darkness Spell which managed to trap a Seventh-level Spell Caster like him in an illusion although the entrapment only lasted for a second before Wizard Bass managed to regain his consciousness.
Nevertheless, in a battle involving Seventh-level Spell Casters, one moment was all it took to determine the outcome!
"Incinerating Fire!"
The icy voice rang out again, and a faint gulp appeared on Wizard Bass' face. He had been entrapped by the illusion for just a second but when he regained consciousness, the opponent's Fire-type Spell had been activated.
This time, Wizard Bass was no longer able to escape. Pillars of fire had formed a circle around him and trapped him within. The scorching temperatures climbed, slowly draining his Defensive-type spell.
"Darkness Eye, disintegrate!"
Merlin extended his palm again and pressed downward. A crimson ray shot out and surrounded Wizard Bass. The Defensive-type spell on his body shattered immediately, allowing the white flames to engulf him and turned him into ashes within seconds.
Within a short time, Merlin had managed to kill a Seventh-level Spell Caster. It shook the other two Seventh-level Wizards to the core. Even if they joined forces, the most they had hoped to achieve was overpower Wizard Bass. It was downright impossible for them to kill him.
Contending and killing were two completely different concepts. Usually, the intention to kill required a person to be much more powerful than his opponent and had an absolute advantage over him in order to succeed.
Despite Merlin using only a short period of time to kill Wizard Bass, he had already used Fiery Collapse, Darkness Illusory Death, and Darkness Eye, all three of which were his strongest abilities.
It was with these three strongest abilities that he was able to kill Wizard Bass in such a short time as it was not easy to vanquish a Seventh-level Spell Caster.
Once he killed Wizard Bass, Merlin caught his opponent's ring in his hand and examined it with his Mind Power. Very quickly, he found a quaint book shrouded in a sacred aura. Lo and behold, it was the second volume of the Neverending Book. It was exactly the same aura that he sensed previously while obtaining the first volume, which proved that it was indeed the Neverending Book.
Merlin kept the ring securely, and turned around but narrowed his eyes again the next moment. Apparently, while he was examining the ring, the two remaining Seventh-level Spell Casters had blocked his way out.
"What? You want the Neverending Book in my hands as well?"
A chilling look flashed across Merlin's face. Two Seventh-level Spell Casters were indeed more troublesome to handle. Even so, it was just a minor inconvenience as he was confident that he would be able to eliminate these two Seventh-level Spell Casters within a short period of time. 
It was for the sake of the Neverending Book, especially combined with the second and third volumes, to get the maxim left behind by the mysterious Wizard. That was Merlin's true purpose.
Therefore, Merlin would not easily give up on the Neverending Book, regardless of the obstacles.
Just as Merlin's murderous intent began to build up and was about to act, jovial laughter reverberated from inside the cave. "Haha, I'm not too late!"
"Swish."
When the sound faded, a burly middle-aged Wizard slowly emerged from the passage and gazed at Merlin and the other two Seventh-level Spell Casters.
Seeing the weakened Wizard leaning on the cave wall behind Merlin, a joyful look appeared on his face. "Nelson? I see, that means one of you have gotten the Neverending Book?"
The middle-aged Wizard did not emit a particularly dangerous vibe but the two Spell Casters' expression changed rapidly upon seeing him. In a low voice, they said, "Mad Wizard Mobundo!"
"Oh? There are people who still remember me? Not bad, not bad, it must be rare to find a such a loyal and kind Wizard who is willing to do good deeds like myself…"
The Spell Caster known as Mad Wizard said with a twinkling smile yet it sounded extremely sarcastic in the ears of those two Spell Casters. Both their faces showed a weird expression.
Mad Wizard Mobundo was a shameless, unscrupulous Wizard whom many Spell Casters were unwilling to go against. This was because Mobundo would do whatever it took in order to win. Normally, this was not frowned upon but Mobundo disregarded even the basic dignity of Wizards. He even used various despicable tactics such as poisoning and sneak attacks. In other words, there was nothing he would not do.
Once, he even dressed up as a woman… The fact that a Wizard like him dared to claim to be loyal and kind, literally made the two Spell Casters who knew him to feel ashamed to be called Spell Casters.
"Three!"
Merlin looked at Mad Wizard Mobundo calmly. He did not sense a particularly strong threat coming from him.
However, with the appearance of Mobundo, more Spell Casters began to appear. All of them were Seventh-level Spell Casters, and one after another, it came up to eight Seventh-level Spell Casters!
These eight Spell Casters all knew that the Neverending Book was in Merlin's hands, so their gazes were locked on Merlin. Nevertheless, no one dared to act because they could feel the extreme danger emanating from Merlin. No one wanted to be the first to strike.
"Eight?"
Merlin took a deep breath. At this moment, his heart was filled with adrenaline. So, what if there were eight Seventh-level Spell Casters? He would triumph over all of them!


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