a book where you can shamefully promote yours or others novels.....I'm just someone who likes to read and am open to suggestions no judgment I will read bout anything and also hope to spread the love of reading by doing this....so basically this will be a 1ch book with 1 Tag per line and basically just suggest novels that include that tag that you've read that's it....

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"Hey, Jia, Wu! Did you find any good inn for us to stay?" I ask Jia and his best friend, Wu Zhixin.
Wu Zhixin nodded his head and replied, "Yes, Master, we did. Two inns have agreed to let us keep our caravans and horses in their stable and their prices are moderately cheap. One being slightly expensive than the other but the facilities between them are heaven-hell apart!" he exclaims. 
I nod and ask, "How much money do we have? Can we afford the expensive one?"
"Of course, master, we can." He replies but I shook my head.
"I said, can WE afford it? WE! That means, I, you, Jia, 10 other bastards and my two PETS." I emphasized on 'pets' and 'we.'
"We ain't your pets, dude!!" Moose rebelled on my shoulder but I gave him a 'meh' face, just like how he gives it to me when he wants to ignore me. Serves him right! And look! Pef isn't even reacting to it!
"I'm only not reacting because it is a futile conversation." He replied calmly as if he just read my head.
"And I can read minds, so think before you think." He mutters before licking his nose nonchalantly. 
"…"
"Bloody bastard!"
"Anyway, Wu, come back to the topic. So, do we have it?" I ask.
Wu shook his head, "I'm sorry master, but we don't. B-but, we have enough to afford three rooms in the expensive inn for you and your … ummm…" he gulped frightened. "We will be fine sleeping in the caravans!" he assures me but I smiled and patted his shoulders.
"Get us 5 rooms in the cheaper for 3 days. If within 3 days, we are able to sell all of our junks and earn a decent amount, then we can go and get a good rest in the expensive one. Go, don't dilly-dally!"
"A-aye, master." He bowed down and dashed to get the work. I then turn towards Jia and say, "Listen, Jia. Among all the boys, you're the leader and I trust you and I want you to not throw that trust away like some toy, got it?!" 
"Yes, master! My life is all yours."
"Whatever. I don't want your life, I simply want you to gather information about Theo Aldric Merci and all the recent incidents involving him. Go to the notice boards, to the pubs or anywhere and get me as much information as you can acquire without attracting any kind of attention. Remember, no alarms!
And another thing, the junks all of you carried from the Cult of Ice society belongs completely to you. Sell them for money or donate them, I don't care. Also, get a buyer for all these stuffs we took from the mercenaries but don't get rid of the horses or the caravans. I have other uses for them. From the sale of the robbed goods, you guys can have a fourth of the total profit but the rest comes to me. Got it?"
"Absolutely, master!"
"Good! Hop along then!"
…
We arrive at an inn named 'Talking Mink' and settle ourselves. The inn was NOT good! Nope, not all. It was a two-storied inn with wooden walls and floor which creaked constantly and reeked of alcohol and piss. Me, Moose and Pef took a room in the upper floor, which was relatively better and the 4 other rooms for the boys were on the ground floor, right beside the stable. Even our room was just above the stable so that I spot the boys directly if they were trying to steal something. 
Yes, the real reason why I was staying in this stinking hole wasn't to show how much I loved them. It was to see whether there was any dastardly boy in this group who would want to steal stuffs right under my nose for a quick profit. I simply don't trust these boys. Yet. And perhaps I never will.
I open the door of my room and was greeted by a gale of air which tasted like mold, dust and termite. The room which I paid 20 Coppers for contained only a hay bed, a wooden table with a wobbly chair, a small cupboard and a small table for dining. This was it!
"That's it! I'm done!!" Moose cries out and jumps off my shoulder, landing right infront of me and Pef. 
"C'mon, guys! We can't be staying here! I mean, look at us. I'm a Heavenly Guard, Pef is a professor in Heavens and you, you're a Foundation Stage Cultivator/Rank-2 Magus which, mind you not all that powerful and awe-worthy but still, in this whole City, I bet there aren't a dozen like you! C'mon, we can't be staying in this stink hole!" 
I shrug my shoulders and reply, "Moose,  don't make it hard on me. I told you guys the reason why I'm staying. I told you that I can't trust those kids with handling money! After we sell all of the stuffs, we will have enough money to stay in the slightly expensive inn. And c'mon! Don't bluff yourself with a post like Heavenly Guard!!"
"He's right!" Pef interjected me. Jumping down from my hands, he faced me and says, "What he says is true. Just a minor correction. He WAS a Heavenly Guard, now he's not. And I'm a professor in Heavens dealing with undeads and sort. That's why I was sent here and not some other douchebags. Anyway, we should really get the hell out of here asap. I don't want to stay in this place for even a second, let alone three days. 
On the other hand, I get your worries. Trust is an… untrustworthy aspect of humans. I wouldn't trust them either, if I were you. So, I will appreciate your ideas."
"Really?" I cry, frustrated.
Pef smiles through his wrinkled face and says, "If you so want to stay here, stay here. I will go and take a look around. Possibly, help Jia with gathering info on Theo. Don't wait for me to have dinner, after all I'm an angelic being and I don't need to eat. So, see ya!" he says and marches out of the room like he always does, majestically.
"He can be a bit rough around the edges, Jed. Don't take it personally." Moose comforted me in his squeaky tone but I wave my hand at him. "Don't fret. He isn't the kind who will stay here willingly. He is more of a noble kind; his body coat tells that perfectly."
"Yea, he is proud of it." Moose nods his head. "Anyway, I will be right near here, so if anything untowards happens, just shout my name and I will be right back to save you. See ya!" he replies and bolts off through the open window on the other side of the room. I sigh inexplicably but then again, it's not completely bad.
I drop my leather bag, which I 'borrowed' from the mercenaries to mask myself as a common man,  and then drop myself on the hay bed.
'Stinks…' I think to myself but there is a different feeling when one's sleeping on the outside and inside, even if the bed is a hay bed. I help myself with a quick nap before waking up with renewed vigor. It seems like even undeath can't keep me from my afternoon naps. Naps still feel the same no matter what class or race I have!!!!
Okay, I've been in this world for a good 2 weeks now and I should start taking things seriously. After all, it's not like Pef and Moose will be there always to protect me. I mean, they are angelic beings and I get it, but still, its not like one is Archangel Michael and the other Lucifer. I must start acquainting myself with the way the world works and the best way to start it is by reading books!!!
I upturned the jade ring on my third finger and willed 'Books.' Immediately, the ring glowed bright blue and started vomit books.
Pat! Pat! Pat! Thum! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Thum! Pat! Pat!
Dozens of thin and medium sized books,  occasionally a few fat leather-covered books fell on the floor from the book. Picking one book, I check out the heading and … I couldn't figure anything. 
Nothing! 
It was written in some weird language which looked part Sanskrit, German, Greek and inverted Urdu. It felt a bit ancient of sort and the aura from the books really bothered me. Inside, it was filled with more symbols, runic languages and illustrations, none which I could understand.
Thud!
Dropping the book, I take another one and look through. 
Same.
Another, same. 
Another, same and another. 
Every book was written in those runic language and it really bothered me and my bookworm nature. I felt fidgety all over. And so, I called.
"Moooose!! Moose! Moose!!" 
"Yea, yea, I'm coming! Stop howling!!" came his reply from the window. Moments later his white body jumped inside from the window and propped infront of me. "What's up?" he asks.
"Help me with these books." I reply and hand them a bunch of the leather covered books. The moment his gaze fell on the books his brows frowned and shocked and perhaps, a little spooked.
"Where the hell did ya get these, man??" he asks.
"Why?! What's the matter with these books?" I ask.
"A lot is a matter with these books. Where did you get it?" he asks again, a little sternly this time.
I showed him my Inventory Ring and say, "From here."
"Ugh!" he shrugs, "Of course, where else can you get these god-damned books!"
"God-damned?" I ask, my interest piqued. But he simply waves his hands in denial.
"Just a metaphor. But, seriously, these books," he points at them and continues, "are some real sh*t! These are some originals based on the experience of Abyss, some weird magical phenomena of Western Continent and whatnot. Most of them are simply Magic tomes, books one needs to learn a new spell but they are all written in the old Hermetic language, mixed with Byron, Enochian, Latin, Ancient Hebrew and Ancient Caalnamite language. It's mixture of all kinds of dangerous languages."
"Wait! There is Hebrew and Latin in this world?" I ask with intrigue. 
"Of course! Why shouldn't they be? There's also Sanskrit here, you know and ancient Urdu and so many others. What?! Did you really think humans, in their earlier stages of apehood, had the ability to make something so complicated as languages!"
"They didn't?" I ask, curious.
"Of course not! It was the Gods who spread these languages in your world, just like they did to ours. Bah! Don't worry about it too much. Instead, tell me what do you wanna do with these stuffs? None of it seems like your level of sh*t." he replies.
I bit my lips and nod my head. What he says is true, indeed. I don't want to read something which I can't handle. This world isn't so simple like my dear old Earth. Heck! Even there, one wasn't allowed to learn secrets. How did I expect this world to be different!! But –
"I need to learn these languages." I insist. "Why?"
"Otherwise, how am I going to learn magic?! I can't rely on you guys for my entire life now, can I? You guys don't wanna be my mom and dad in this world, do you?!" 
"Of course not!" 
"Then help me!" I insist, "Help me learn these languages. Right now, I'm powerful, yes, but I will not be for long. The world won't wait for me to grow up slowly, so help me." I said to him.
Moose listened to me silently and nods his head. "Yes… I should …. It is my job after all, I mean, Heavens didnt really sent me down to teach you about this world but …. I guess, I can help you."
"Cool!" I cried, joyfully but he interjected me.
"Whoa, there bud! You do realize which path you're walking down, right. Let me tell you straight, the Path of Magus is the hardest of all Paths. Maybe. You need to kill a lot of people, leave behind all your loved ones and need to renege on many kinds of luxuries. Are you ready to take them on?"
"Killing people, cool! I like it. As for leaving my loved ones, dude, did you forget that I just arrived in this world. I, literally, don't have any families. Except you and Pef. I like you guys. And maybe the boys too. But I don't trust them."
"You said that three times today, you know." he replied but then he shook his head. "No, no, no, I don't mean to say that. I'm talking about the families of Theo! He ain't lonely in this world, you know. He has family and powerful family."
"Dude, if you haven't already noticed but I, Theo, is now a Revenant. There's no going back!" I say, smiling broadly. "And frankly speaking, I really don't care. Unless, I have some real debts to his family and if they aren't some really sweet and one-of-a-kind family, I will not stay with them for long." I assure him.
"Very well, then, I guess you're good to go." He nods his head and walks towards the door.
Frowning, I ask, "Where are you going?"
"To the library. We need to start with the basics."
I smiled broadly. "Hell yea!" 
Picking up the blank books from the ground, I throw them in the leather bag and dash outside.
"You know, you can just throw them in your Inventory Ring."
"I like the feel of a bag on my back." I reply. 
…
So, guys, this is the start of the second week. Is the plot andy way of writing good? Are there any kinds of mistakes that Im making?  Do you guys have some suggestions?? Please comment and let me know. Also, a few good reviews wont harm the visibility of this novel, so..... 
Anyway, thanks for reading this novel. Hope you like my work.

Jed was a member of a 4-member gang of rich kids in his technical college. He was not rich or a playboy, just a simple guy who wanted to spend his quality time with friends and by studying to quench his insatiable thirst of knowledge. Unfortunately, these group of playboys destroyed it. They corrupted his innocent mind and even made him lose his chastity to an ugly slut from a random brothel. 
Slowly and steadily, Jed’s pure heart turned black. When his friends indulged in their daily pleasures, he studied ways of torture, extortion, blackmail, hacking and every other crime one could think of. With him, the activities of his small gang of hedonists increased at a tremendous rate and soon, they were feared not only by the teachers and students of his college, but by everyone in the city. They were the unnamed rulers of the city.
Unfortunately, this didn’t last long. On Jed’s birthday, they decided to have a nightout in an abandoned haunted house to LARP as ghostbusters and that definitely didn’t go well for Jed med with an actual ghost, the ghost of the haunted house.
Falling into a booby trap meant for the witch wife of the ghost, Jed dies a ghastly death from falling on a bed of spikes. But this definitely isn’t the end of his life for he is transmigrated into the world of Audenia as an Undead Revenant, a sort of ghost who is revived from the dead to haunt the living. And haunt he will. For his heart is filled with Pure Evil. 
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The relationships between loved ones might not always be pure and simple. 
The elders might have given the best resources to nurture their younger generation, but it could have been an investment, one that they were expecting returns from. 
It was not to say that all family relations would be so cold-hearted, but undeniably, such situations did exist.
Shi Qing smiled reluctantly. "Qiao Nan, don't you think that you've made it sound too horrifying?" She was just told that despite being in their uniforms, some of the soldiers in the army might not strive for excellence and there were grey areas that she did not know of in the past. Now, Qiao Nan was telling her that there was such an ugly side to the relationships between relatives. Like the soldiers in the army who just learned English, Shi Qing found it difficult to adapt.
"Horrifying?" Qiao Nan was amused. "I know you like to read. Let me introduce you to this author. You only have to read all of his books to know if I have been exaggerating."
"Do you mean the books written by Lu Xun[1]?"
"Yes, that's right. You can look for them yourself." The reading articles in their syllabus were too positive. Those articles that were thought-provoking were not in their reading lists, and they had to look for it by themselves. 
Shi Qing was not someone who would procrastinate. 
Qiao Nan had mentioned it to her that evening, and the next morning, Shi Qing went to look for Shi Peng. "Dad, do you have time? Can you find someone to buy me some books?"
"Books?" Shi Peng looked at Shi Qing with interest. "What books do you want? Humanities or science? One is marked by the company one keeps. In the past, you will not even do your homework during summer break, let alone reading books. It seems to be good for you to have made such a good friend."
Actually, Shi Peng did not care if his daughter did her homework or not. He felt that what mattered was her attitude. 
His daughter was smart. Since a young age, she was quick to learn new things and she had good results. As her father, Shi Peng was worried that having a smooth-sailing life might not be a good thing for her. 
"I am interested in Lu Xun's novels and psychology books related to social relations. Get more of those for me."
"You want to read those books?"
"Yes!"
Shi Peng's palm went cold. He placed it against the warm teacup. "Did Qiao Nan recommend you to read these books?"
"She gave me suggestions." It was up to her to read or not.
Shi Peng had a serious look. "Are you sure you want to read these books?"
"Yes. Dad, I just realized that having good results does not mean everything in this world. Life is much more complicated than that." Life was unlike doing problem sums, especially science topic that only had one correct answer. It was either correct or wrong. "Dad, I want to grow up. It's time that I grow up."
"There's a price to pay for growing up."
"But you can't protect me forever."
It was for the longest time before Shi Peng answered. "Well, in the afternoon, I will get people to send the books over. There's no harm in reading more books." In the end, Shi Peng relented.
Shi Qing's eyes lit up. "Dad, thank you." Thank you for caring and protecting her all this while, but she had to grow up.
"You have indeed grown up." Shi Peng sighed. He knew that Qing Qing thanked him not only for the books but also for being protective of her.
To Shi Peng, it was simply because he wanted his daughter to have those that he did not have. He did not expect that his daughter was able to stand up for herself and did not need his protection. Perhaps this was his greatest blessing.
While Qiao Nan was working hard on her homework in the afternoon, Shi Qing dumped a stack of books onto the table that Qiao Nan was at. The pen that Qiao Nan left on the table bounced from the weight of the books. 
"Hey, did your dad get you all the books from the library?" Qiao Nan curled the corners of her lips at the large pile of books on the table. "Even if you want to read up, you should take things slowly. With this stack of books, isn't your dad worried that you may be frightened off by them?"
"That's our style. People from the Shi family give their best efforts in whatever they do. Anyway, there's still three-third of the summer break left. I have all the time to finish these books. I can definitely finish them." After she finished reading these books, the first thing she wanted to figure out was none other than her family. 
She wanted to understand why her grandpa sided with Qiu Chenxi. 
"I will cheer you on." Qiao Nan let go of the pen that had been bounced off.
Shi Qing placed a few of the books in front of Qiao Nan. "These are yours."
Qiao Nan took a quick glance. They were sociology and psychology books. "I do not plan to read these books."
"That will not do. We are good friends. We should share weals and woes." These books were theory-based and were dull and dry. She had to get someone to read it with her. It was boring to read books by herself. But it would be different if she had company.
Qiao Nan shot Shi Qing a sideways glance. "When did we become friends? I have no idea at all."
"Now you know."
"Since we must share weals and woes and seeing that I have so much homework to be done, shouldn't you help me with it?"
"Hey, you have done much more than me. When it comes to homework, I am so much behind you. If we are to share weals and woes, it's you who have to help me with it." Actually, she never did her summer break homework. She felt that it was a waste of time.
Qiao Nan felt like slapping Shi Qing. No matter what she said, Shi Qing would find ways to take advantage of her. 
Qiao Nan picked a book and flipped through a few pages. The paper quality was particularly good. Some of the books were even imported. They were as good as the books that Zhu Chengqi gave her. It would be difficult to get these books on the market. "Are you able to understand these books?"
Shi Qing scored fairly well for her English, but having good results in high school did not mean that she would be able to understand these English books. Even for her, though she only flipped through a few pages, she would need a dictionary to be able to understand the contents.
"Oh yeah, this is for you." Shi Qing pulled out a book from the stack. It was as thick as the wooden headrest in ancient times. She passed it to Qiao Nan. "Take your time to read it. It's okay if I don't understand. It is fine as long as you can understand them. By then, I can simply get you to tell me the contents of the books!"
"Oxford Dictionary?" Qiao Nan's expression darkened. Did Shi Qing intend to treat her as a translation tool? 
"That's right. It is not that easy to get this dictionary now. It is the 1995 edition. You have to make good use of it." Her father had taken this from his private collection. 
"The 1995 edition of OALD?" Qiao Nan had heard of it.
"What's OALD? I am not too sure. You can take a look at it yourself." Shi Qing did not understand anything that was beyond their English syllabus in school. As for the edition of the Oxford dictionary, she was clueless. Shi Qing was in a slight panic when Qiao Nan mentioned OALD all of a sudden.
[1] He was a leading figure of modern Chinese literature.


Qiao Nan: Crap! I am your biological daughter, yet I am treated as if I was picked up from the streets. In fact, you treat me worse than that!

Mother Qiao: Qiao Nan, you are not as pretty or smart as your elder sister. You are not as blessed as her. You have no right to study, marry, or to have your happiness!

Qiao Nan: Why am I not allowed to study, marry, or to seek my happiness? I will find a man right now and marry him!

Qiao Nan is dumbstruck upon discovering that the man right beside her is a powerful figure in the quad—the person who has the most promising prospects to be the future Chief.

Qiao Nan stares at the well-built man in front of her. He has firm abs and cold, chilling eyes. She swallows the lump in her throat as she says her greetings, "Good Morning, Chief!"

"So where is he?" Why is he being all concerned about Matt all of a sudden, why was he even asking me about him, why was he even talking to me?

"Shouldn't you be with Tess or something, you don't want to become an outcast just because you're caught talking to me right?" my mouth blurted before my brain could catch up, that was the most I've ever said to anyone. 

"Of course that'll never happen, almost everyone has left school already, I was waiting for Tess to be done in the library so I decided to pick on you," 

"Oh really?"

"Yeah."

"So why don't you go screw your Tess then, I'm off," I snapped and marched towards my bike. I jumped when he appeared beside me again.

"I actually came to you because I need your help," I stopped abruptly.

"Mark Stoner, most popular kid in Eastwood high suddenly needs the school outcast's help?" I blinked hard, this had to be a dream.

"I'm not a kid okay? And don't feel too big I asked for your help," wait was he serious? Did he really need my help or he was just messing with me all over again?, I decided on the latter and hopped onto my scooter.

"Wait, you're not leaving me here, you have to help me," I stared at his frantic expression, he really needed my help, but why me? I mean, he barely even notices my existence or maybe it was because I was the only one left in the whole school?

"Fine, It has to be really important to have you risk your popularity and talk to me in public," he nodded indifferently and I suddenly noticed I wasn't tongue tied anymore, in fact I was actually having a civil conversation with a normal person without one-worded replies or stutters and that too my crush….woah, is that supposed to be a good or a bad thing?

"Tess has been in the library since lunch hour," He started, snapping me out of my daze.

Okay….

"I haven't laid my eyes on her since then," Why was he telling me that, did I seem like a cop or security guard to him?

"Okaaaaaay…." I prompted when he paused for more than a minute with an expression that I couldn't decipher.

"So I want you to check out the reason she's still in there," really, like that was the help he went through the trouble of talking to a mute aka me for?

"And why can't you do that yourself?" Security got the better of me, I just had to ask.

"Well that's none of your business, just go and check the library out already," he snapped and I raised a brow, does he think he can order me around so easily?, I don't think so.

"That's no way to ask a favour politely, if you don't mind, I'd like to be on my way," I secured on my helmet and turned on ignition to my scooter. I was about to zoom away but he grabbed my hand, like our skins came in contact, I experienced this giddiness that I've never felt before.

"I can't be seen anywhere close to the library, the populars are not supposed to….you know read books or even worse go to the library, it'll be an instant ticket to outcast land," oh, really? Why were they attending school if they weren't going to learn then? And why was I pondering over it like it was any of my business?

"But you're their boss, you make the rules so you can as well break them, I'm really sorry but I can't help, if Tess is important as you make her out to be, then you wouldn't care about your very weird rules, see you in school tomorrow Stoner." Okay, that officially takes the medal for the most words I've said in a sentence, and it felt good, really good.

I zoomed away before the egoistic loverboy had the chance to recover from it's shock.

 I stopped over at a proper library to borrow actual books for a change, I've been reading a lot of ebooks with my free time which was like every hour apart from school and my part time job at a diner three blocks away from 'home', sorry you're just getting to know that I have a job, I kind of rushed the introduction earlier. 

 So I'm officially informing you that I have a waitress job at a family owned diner, I work there all the days of the week excluding Mondays and Thursdays so today was my off, that was why I borrowed books earlier on why way home, with hopes it was going to be good books. 

 After getting to an empty house and warming up a proper meal for lunch-slash-dinner, I washed up the day's stress and unusual happenings and settled down to take a look at my PC. I didn't have a phone, as far as I was concerned I needed a phone for absolutely nothing. Parents and work can call the house line if they needed to get in touch which was next to never and I didn't have friends, not in real life, not online either, I didn't even have a Facebook account, pretty over the top but I'm contented with online reading apps that are strictly for reading and nothing else.

 After reading through updates of my favorite ongoing novels with 'awww's and 'ewww's, I settled down with one of the paperbacks I borrowed from the library, it was an ancient version of Charles Dickens' Olivier Twist. After a while, I slept off with my head on my desk, face buried in the book and earphones plugged in my ears.


 

All is not what it seems," I whispered with my fingers crossed and everything changed, literally everything....

Have you ever wondered if there is a world of imaginations and imaginary friends and characters?, well here's a spoiler; there is and it's up to Joanna Coopers to get sucked into it so she can rescue her friends/enemies and by rescue, it means living through and maybe changing details of a number of novels to unravel a very unusual mystery.
But that might seem farfetched as Joanna is a timid,shy,highschool loner that barely talks and does nothing but read books, is that going to be a blessing or a curse?, would she be able to handle the seat of leadership being dumped on her by fate?, would her long time crush finally notice the beauty and strength she has under the nerdy facade?
Find out in this adventurous story of abnormalities where nothing is what it seems.
Notice: A few books highlighted in this work has nothing to do with me, they're solely works of authors I love and adore, a link to their work(s) would be indicated in the author's note. However, the general concept is my intellectual property and I wouldn't tolerate plagiarism, if you notice anyone copying my story without reference to it, kindly DM me.
✌illusionistic

In the end Magnus never got to brew his potion that day. He kept chatting with Tonks and got to know her well. She's a sixth year preparing for her N.E.W.T.s with the goal of becoming an Auror. Magnus got to know interesting information from her as she spoke about the O.W.L.s and the N.E.W.T.s exams. Tonks seemed like a nice girl and was a veritable source of information regarding many topics. And the best of all? She's a Metamorphmagus. How awesome is that? And her magical level was among the highest he had seen among the senior students at 52. Charlie was a 50 and he was among the best. 
Tonks always searched for abandoned classrooms to study for her exams as her common room was way too noisy. Most subjects were manageable but potions had always been a tough subject for her. She always wondered how Snape let her in for the N.E.W.T class. Maybe he took pity on her? Who knows, but she made it in with a grade of EE instead of the usual O required by Snape. Then again there were too few students willing to take N.E.W.T level potions so there's that.
When she first saw Magnus with a potion's setup, she thought it was another first year in over his head. They get a few of them every year especially in Ravenclaw. But his prowess at healing and the way he answered her probing question about potions made her think otherwise. 'Hmm, just maybe,' she had an idea.
"Hey Magnus, how about we make a deal?" she questioned.
'Just what I wanted,' Magnus thought in glee but he didn't show it on his face. He read about a book on negotiations from his father's stash during the holidays and he was itching to try. "What do you have in mind?" he asked nonchalantly.
"How about you help me brew some potions and I'll teach you some cool spells?" Tonks offered.
"I only know potions curriculum up to the third year," Magnus revealed. Well he did learn some potions not taught in class but she doesn't need to know that.
"Only up to third year he says! You seem smart and I can see you brought the ingredients for the Wit-Sharpening Potion. That's a fourth-year potion at the very least. I want you to supply me some of the Wit-Sharpening Potions you make, when you make them. They are in great demand for students preparing for the O.W.L.s and the N.E.W.T.s. There's always more demand than supply and the prices of the potion skyrockets during this time. I would've liked to brew them myself, but I have other subjects to worry about. What do you say?" Tonks offered. It's cumbersome to get potions from the outside not to mention their cost. While there are some good students in her class that do brew and supply them but they were mostly from Slytherin so that's a no. 
"Why don't you ask your year mates?" Magnus questioned curiously. Surely, they would be better than a first year?
"It's not that easy. There aren't many students taking N.E.W.T level potions. Those that can and are willing to brew ask for a price I'm not willing to pay. Besides they don't easily sell them, less competition for them that way. And don't even talk about the other years. The professors don't look kindly upon the students who take the potions despite them knowing most do. They just let it slide as long as it doesn't become public knowledge. I don't trust others to keep it a secret," Tonks clarified.
'So, you trust me? You met me an hour ago!' Magnus's face showed his thoughts. Tonks noticed his expression and said righteously," I got a good feeling about you firstie. You are a healer, right? Keeping your patient's secrets is part of the duty."
"Right. Hmm, I can manage that, but the price you pay needs to change. I can learn enough spells by myself from the library," Magnus shrugged.
"I can help you catch girls," Tonks teased.
"What will I need girls for? If I want them for something, I can catch them myself," Magnus retorted.
'Ugh, right he's still a kid. His way of talking makes him sound older,' Tonks sighed." Then why don't you tell me what you want?"
"You are planning to be an auror right? So, you must be good at dueling. How about you teach me that?" 
"I don't see what a kid like you want to learn dueling for, but alright. Keep in mind though, I'm not the best at it," Tonks shrugged.
"It's alright. You must be better than me and that's all that matters. Why don't you also teach me one or two spells while you are at it?" 
"Sure, I guess."
"And I need a lock of your hair once in a while," Magnus suggested. This was what he really wanted ever since he heard she was a metamorphmagus.
"What do you need that for? You aren't going to curse me, are you? No funny business!" Tonks said seriously with folded hands.
"Don't worry, I'm not such a guy. There's a certain potion that needs the hair of a metamorphmagus. You are the only one I know and you are pretty brilliant," Magnus offered the last part to placate her.
"Damn right I'm brilliant. Alright I'll give you some, but you have to show me whatever you brew," Tonks relented.
"You have my word," Magnus agreed." How about you also teach me about catching girls? You know just in case."
"You cheeky little shit," Tonks put him into a choke and gave him a noogie. She calmed down eventually and agreed on the condition that he'll heal her for free whenever she asks and to also help her revising potions. Magnus readily agreed. He would have healed her anyway if she came to the medical wing so he's not losing much. He just needs to read up ahead to help her revise potions. Eventually they parted ways and agreed on a time to meet up every week. 
[Impact Points+5]
Magnus made a beeline to the library. He planned on waiting till next year before learning the higher curriculum so as to not feel bored during the classes, but since he has a reason now, he can simply learn ahead, at least in potions. Classes were just a way to earn points now anyway. 'Ugh, I have to look for another abandoned classroom. At least I made a good deal today. Wait a minute, will "that" help me? Only one way to find out, I guess. Right after hitting the library,' he thought excitedly. 
He collected many potion related books up to the N.E.W.T level as well as any other advanced potion books he could find. He still had the permission slip Madam Pomfrey wrote for him. She never bothered to ask it back so he kept it. This made finding the advanced books easy. Students can find the books if they search hard enough, but that would waste a lot of time and the slip made it all easy. 
Just as he was about to go away, he saw something out of the corner of his eye. It was a book placed on one of the higher shelves that seemed out of place. The other books around it were all related to magical subjects, but his one was titled "How to scrub your cat." No book about scrubbing cats could be that thick. He pulled down the book with a levitation charm. It was heavy and when he touched the cover on all sides, he smiled. It was another tricky book. He always made sure to check the books in the library for any sort of hidden tricks. Apart from the nasty hexes that the librarian put on some books to prevent defacing them, some books were hidden using other means. A charm that changes the name or a false cover were the common types. This one seemed to belong to the latter. He didn't remove the cover though. It would make it easy to check it out of the library if it looked normal. A quick [Identify] and the [Instant Read] option showed which 200 points to read it only further proved his guess.
He tapped himself with his wand as he approached the counter. It was a charm to make himself smell like a fresh book. It took him a while to understand what made the librarian, Madam Pince, tick. She seemed to hate everything except books. Roger got the scolding of his life once when he scratched a book cover. 
"Good day to you Madam Pince. You seem to be becoming beautiful by the day, just like a book," he greeted her. That's the best he could do on a short notice. Madam Pince looked up from whatever book she was reading and looked at him questioningly. Her eagle nose and parchment like skin tone gave her a stern countenance. "What is it Mr. Webb?"
'At least she's not sneering so that's a win. And she remembers my name. This should go well.' "I need your assistance in checking out some books Madam Pince," he spoke confidently. Madam Pince nodded her head and looked over the books he placed on the counter. She looked at them one by one. Whenever she stopped at an advanced book to stare, he would complement her and she would move on. He had her ticks down by now and he would not allow her to reject any book. Finally, she was done and he placed the books in his sling bag and he was off. 
'Done at last! The things I do for the sake of knowledge,' he lamented. It was time for dinner so he went to the Great Hall. The Weasley twins seemed too busy these days as they huddled together wherever they are. 'Probably found some new toy. They'll tell me later anyway, no need to ask.' He ate a meal with his housemates and went back to their dorms later. He took out all the books he borrowed once he reached his bed and placed them on the study table. Of course, the titles of the books were all changed now and looked like different history books. And just as he expected Roger was checking them out from afar. 'Oh Roger, you never learn.' 
He picked the false book and got onto his bed. 'Let's see your true face,' he peeled back the cover of the book slowly. It was a fake hard cover stuck over the real cover. Once it was done, the book was revealed to him, "Most Potente Potions."  
 

Magnus Webb undergoes a tragedy right as he enters the wizarding world. In his quest for revenge he becomes involved in a conspiracy that’s centuries in the making. As if all of this isn’t confusing enough, why is this Dark Lord guy always interfering with his plans? 


The story has a slow start and will pick up as it goes on. The 'system' elements aren't heavy here. The content will get mature as the story progresses. 
PS: I don't possess the rights to Harry Potter and English isn't my native language.

2 YEARS AND 7 MONTHS OLD
Big brother,this is so boring why does i have to learn literature,maths,geography;history,etc...how will it help me in becoming a shinobi and why does i have to maintain secrecy ,huh, why does i can't tell Biwako obasan how kickass ninja we are and also the location of our secret hideout asked Naruto.
And on the other hand these books like The Chakra and its Properties; Taijutsu: The youthful Art , Genjutsu:The hallucinations, Fuinjutsu:The Holy Art , Kenjutsu: The way of the Sword And Shurikenjutsu:The Deadly Precision ,etc  will help me become a good shinobi so i want to learn these books not those books.... Please! said Naruto using puppy dog eye jutsu to which Haruto replied Are you done!!?
 He sweatdropped but nodded nonetheless .
Now little bro tell me why does the evil magican lost to the hero in that story that i told u the other day?asked Haruto
Well because the hero was kickass...hehe said Naruto
Narutooo....! scolded Haruto
Ok!ok! brother don't be angry....the evil magican lost because the hero found out his secret...then defeated him replied Naruto.
Exactly! If everybody found out our secrets then....trailed off Haruto.
Ohh brother i never thought like that, ok! i will not tell anybody about our secrets replied Naruto.
And if you don't learn literature, maths, history,etc, then you will not be able to learn those kickass jutsu from the books..now return and study them explained Haruto.
Ok! Big bro! saluted Naruto and returned to his studies.
You were probably wondering how did i got those books...Well the books on literature,maths, geography,history,etc i stole from Konoha Public library. 
As for the books...
1.The Chakra and its Properties :- I stole it from a group of gennins when they were too exhausted and are not paying attention along with some other books.
2.Taijutsu:The youthful Art:-I got it from maito guy when he was distributing it through the village after somebody challenged him that he can't become a good writer(That somebody is you know who).
3.Genjutsu: Hallucinations:-It was written by previous Kurama Clan Head (which was a plus point )I stole it from her bag when she was outside playing in recess hours in the Konoha Acdemy.
4.Fuinjutsu:The Holy Art:-This was a book i found in the abonded Uzumaki Noah Mask Temple.
5.Kenjutsu: The way of the Sword:-I Bought it from Higurashi weapons store using transformation jutsu.
6.Shurikenjutsu:The Deadly Precision:-I also bought it from Higurashi.

So i have started learning Taijutsu and Kenjutsu using the two fission clones one for Taijutsu and the other for kenjutsu( These exercises are for just to lay solid foundation in the art).
And the clones are learning the theoretical knowledge (10 shadow clones at a time).
Naruto too has mastered the Transformation jutsu and Body flicker jutsu, which was a surprise , but due to him i too have it down for which i am thankful.... truly he is the most spectacular unpredictable surprising ninja ever.
Naruto's chakra control is coming fine but whereas his sensing abilities are poor and his substitution jutsu is average but it is to be expected since i have doing chakra control exercise for a very long time compared to him .But he is quickly grasping them due to the shadow clones's  help( 30 shadow clones since less theoretical knowledge is used so greater amount is used in his training compared to mine).
We both are coming along fine . 
I have decided to get rid of the orphanage and get us a home(apartment).Since i am sick of the treatment , animosity and neglect that the matron shows me.
I am just waiting for the right time and i will put my plans to actions to get a apartment for ourselves.

In the past two months i have waited for that opportunity it came the hidden leaf village is in chaos since Orochimaru's treachery is discovered two days ago that means Danzo's assassination attempt on Third Hokage has failed that means currently Danzo will not oppose Hiruzen's Decision for sometime so that he could be in the Hokage's good graces again.
Which means its time to put the plan 'Bye Bye Orphanage' into action.

I woke up in another world......... With instructions of some jutsu which are the abilities of non-person( i.e.his chakra suppression technique ; chakra sensory perception; flying technique; dustless bewildering cover jutsu and body fission technique )........
and a troublesome ability to sense other uzumakis through the continent........ And that's how my story started.......

I do not own any NARUTO characters and anything related to it......i am just a fan that's want to write a fanfic.... that's all.....

This is my first fanfic and English is my second language so.......... you know what i mean, don't you?

Requirements to read: Must have prior knowledge of ::--
1)Naruto
2) Naruto Shippuden


I hope u enjoy it...........

"You're over thinking it, your just honest but I can teach you some social etiquette especially when talking women. hmm what else..... do you have a particular goal in life"

Theodore hesitated for a while before responding "I'll say it but try not to laugh. . .  Well I want to be a star"

"Okay"

"Don't you think it's funny that someone who's hardly talked to another person wants to be a star"

"But isn't it because you're lonely that you want to be a star"

"Huh... I guess so, I've spent most of life as an introvert and my only friend was my Grandpa l  It's pretty sad"

Megan shook her head "It's definitely sad but it's also sweet, well let's see what we can do to make you a star, have  figured out what type of star you want to be"

Once again Theodore was hesitant "I actually want to do everything" 

"That's quite the big goal but seeing as your genius it shouldn't be too hard but we need to start somewhere"

"I was planning to write a book first and publish it in Britain"

Megan's eyes lit up with stars when she heard he wants to be a writer, she got real close to Theodore  and started asking questions with "Really you want to be a writer, tell me what story you gonna write, no don't tell me, tell me the genre your going for, is there gonna be a sequel to it...".

"Megan please calm down"

Megan's face went red with, She panicked and back away from Theodore before calming herself down "Sorry I get a little over excited when it comes to books"

"It's okay but if you want to Know what genre, then it's fantasy and it will be set in England's world war 2 era"


"Have you started writing it?"

"No, but I have it laid out in my head"

"Do you have a name for it yet?"

"Yeah, Its called The Chronicles of Narnia"

"That's really a unique name"

"Of cause a unique name to match a unique story"

"So have you started studying other entertainment based skill like acting singing"

"Yes but it's terrible, I noticed that I'm talented at almost everything that's not related to being a Star, oh and did mention I have stage fright"

Megan looked at Theodore with unwavering confidence and said "All that will be solved by your teacher, Megan Hancock"


Theodore felt his heart pulsate with expectations and replied with a soft gentle voice "Thank you"


"Why are you thanking me I already said I'll be your teacher I'm just encouraging my student"


"No, I'm saying thank you for being my first real friend" saying this he shows a wide smile on his face.

At most times Theodore will have fights with the system and he could be said to have a potty mouth (A person who swears a lot). 

In Theodore's old life he never found a true friend, who went out of their way to help him when he was down. Who would have known that his first real friend would be the librarian, that only took a few minutes to show that she wants to help him?

Theodore has gone through plenty of hardships but his grandpa was always there to push him forwards. Both of his grandpas were wise old men that taught him to follow a few rules when it comes to treating people. The rules were simple and well know but it meant a lot to him.

Theodore remembers them well. The first someone shows you respect then treat them with the same respect. Theodore added his own understanding like if no one is willing to show you respect then become something worthy of respect.

But before you show respect for others you need to practice self-respect.Treat others the way you want to be treated and If someone shows concern for you then be sure to do the same.

Theodore has no intention to become a good person but it doesn't mean he will be the bad guy.

Although Theodore's a tough guy he feels the need to cry, turning his head away from Megan he secretly wipes away the tears in his eyes.

Megan felt every inch of her body melt from the warm and sincere thanks 'He so handsome and yet he's such a child'
She was also happy to gain a new friend seeing as most of her friends live outside of England.

"Good we'll start tomorrow, what time are you free?"

"Does the library open on Sundays?"

"Yeah the library isn't a shop so it's not breaking the Sunday trading laws"

"Well I'll be here at 3 pm, do you want me to bring anything"

"Don't worry your teacher will provide you with all the materials needed to learn so just bring yourself"

"Okay but Megan it's only 4 pm I don't plan to leave until 8"

Megan looked at the table that's been piled up with books and smiled "I'll let you do your own thing today but if you need anything just ask me, I'll be at the front desk"

"Okay see you in a bit"

After waiting for Megan to leave he looked back at the "good pen" that was on the table. Theodore had gained all the information about the pen.

 The pen has four abilities, one was that it had infinite ink, not that amazing but definitely convenient. It has a voice recorder embedded in the lid that can be turned on with his thoughts it's also can't be detected.


Its third ability was that it has its own super fast WiFi that's only visible to him, he was pretty happy with his own portable WiFi.


But it's the fourth ability that had him on the edge of his seat. The fourth ability it was more of an add-on because it came with advanced calligraphy skill. He wasn't excited because of the skill but of the fact that he can get skills from items.

This had opened up a new possibility for him, this meant he could get a skill without the tedious repetition to acquire the skill.


Picking up the pen he noticed that it was surprisingly light as a feather. Then picking up Foundation level Biology, he read through and put his pen to paper and noticed the difference between his original handwriting to his newly acquired calligraphy 'wow my handwriting now has curls and flicks like those in the history books'


3 hours passed, Theodore finally finished going through all the science books and writing down notes when he heard the *ding*[Science upgraded to Advanced]


He was left with an hour and decided to ask Megan for some help. Standing in front of Megan's desk again he calls her name "Hey Megan can you help me"


This time Megan was prepared and quickly responded "Yeah sure what do need"


"Do you have any more books that can teach me how to draw and can I borrow a pencil oh and some more paper please"


After giving him paper and a pencil, Megan got up from her chair and said "I'll show you where we keep the art books"

Theodore followed behind her and asked, "You said we but the only person I see in the library most of the time is you?"

"Of cause I can't run the library on my own, so I still have staff who come in the morning to clean up and put the books into its the rightful place. Enough about that, how's about you tell me how you managed to change so fast in less than a week"

Warning: Harem, system, slow-paced, CRINGE and system with a bad personality. 

This has been dropped. This is my first novel which had a lot of problems from the pacing, power scale and grammar. Read knowing that it has no end.

To be a star is a simple Idea but to turn a boy that's been secluded from Society into one is much more difficult. Even if you took on his body you still felt his anxiety, insecurity and more. It's slow but worth it.

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Authors Note: The novel you are about read contains strong language and some vivid sexual content
 
The Mc is beta at the start as he is a character that suffers from anxiety due to his upbringing. Although it did take 23 chapters for the Mc to show visible growth that's just due to my naturally slow pacing.

Don't expect too much, especially since this is my first time writing a novel. It's also best not to take seriously as I am just writing for fun and to just something to do on my downtime 

This novel will share a lot of similarities to other novels that I particularly love and mostly because I lack originality but it will be in my style.

UPLOAD SCHEDULE
Tuesday, Wednesday and Saturday

My daily routine continued after my birthday with some changes to the schedule. I left two days for rest/recovery every month, that is every other Sunday, I wouldn't do any other magical exercise on that day but instead, just have fun playing on the toy broom. I was getting quite good at flying, now that I don't fall as much anymore.

My mother also started teaching me how to read with the help of the book Frank and Alice gave me,
and after much discussion with my inner voice, I had decided that I would give it another 2-3 months before being showing my ability to read to my parents. It may be faster than an average child but nothing that would categorize me as a freak instead of a genius.

In the month of July, something unexpected happened that put a damper on my plans. After reaching 14L in my magic the rate of increment of my magical pool started decreasing drastically and after about two weeks it stopped increasing altogether at 20L. After another two weeks of no improvement, I came up with the hypothesis that maybe I had reached the limit of the amount of magic my child-like body could handle. 

After knowing that my magic would not be increased, for the time being, I started getting creative with my spells to help me in my future fights to catch any enemy off guard.

For the levitation spell, I tried to levitate the pacifier without pointing my hands at it. I thought it would be easy-peasy to do so, but I've never been more wrong, I sat there in my crib while watching the pacifier and chanting the incantation again and again but got no end result to show for it.
After about two weeks of that pointless exercise, I thought maybe I was doing something wrong and that I needed to go at the exercise in some another way and the problem may not just be psychological but there may be some kind of scientific reason for the need to point you a hand.

From the beginning, I've always done the levitation spell while pointing my whole hand at the pacifier. This time instead I started slowly reducing the number of fingers I point at it, at first it would wobble and I would not be able to keep in the air for too long. But now that I had a direction to work in I went at it with renewed energy. About a month after that I had the practice down, slowly but surely I was able to reduce my fingers until I only needed to point a single finger at it. After that, I started trying to lower my hand without actually changing the position of the pacifier, it took some time but I got used to it eventually. 

You know, after I've learned silent casting in the future my opponent will be in for a big surprise if while I am trash talking to him, I could levitate a rock or something and hit him with it on his head, without him being able to tell anything because my hand will not leave my side the whole time, It could be a great distraction or If I hit it hard enough, maybe a final move too.

I also started trying to levitate heavier objects like my stuffed toy. I could only do it for a small amount of time but it was a good exercise for my control because heavier objects are harder to control. 

My body was now strong enough that now I can explore the house as I had only seen two rooms until now, mine and my parents' because before this just by climbing the stairs I would get totally burned out.

One day while my mum was taking an afternoon nap I snuck out of my room and went downstairs to explore, I had found out earlier that just under my room on the ground floor there was a room that was used as a library. I've seen my parents come out of it many times before while carrying a book so I went inside with great expectation.

It was a big room with a table along with two comfortable looking chairs on the far side of the room while two long bookshelves adorned on both sides of the room. I was simply ecstatic after seeing all the books, I hurriedly went to the left side to check and found out that most of the books were about healing with some muggle books about human anatomy, also there were some books about herbology and potions too. I know that I am not yet ready to start learning healing spells so I went to the other side and found out that on this side there were books on various subjects like Ancient runes, Arithmancy, Curse breaking and Defense Against the Dark Arts.

I had only come to check the room this time so after hurriedly checking all the titles of the books, I went back outside and closed the door before anyone could find me here. As I was climbing the stairs I started making plans on how to read the books in the library without my mother knowing anything about it.

As I reached my room and went inside a brilliant but simple plan came to me and after I had checked my plan for any loopholes in my head I called out for tweaky.
"Tweaky!" 
"Yes! Little master, what can tweaky do for you" tweaky squeaked while popping into the room.

"Tweaky can you grab me a book from the library downstairs and bring it to me whenever I ask," I asked and waited for her answer while holding my breath.

"Yes, tweaky be doing it little master" she squeaked happily while jumping up and down.

"But while doing that can you promise me that you will not tell my mum and dad anything about it," I asked her and as she started looking hesitantly at me after hearing me say that I hurriedly continued "I only want to give them a surprise later by showing them that I can read and they would very happy to hear that and then they would say that you are a very good elf, Don't you wanna be a good elf Tweaky" I beseeched her and this time the answer was immediate.

"Tweaky be wanting to be a good elf, Tweaky be helping little master keep his secret" 

"Thank you tweaky, Now let's see, the first book you should get for me is a book on Basic Ancient Runes"
She popped out of the room and came back a second later with that book,
"Is this be the book, little master?"

"Yes tweaky and can you keep an eye out so that whenever someone is coming to my room, you can take the book back to the study before they get in."
"Yes little master, Tweaky be on the lookout"
"Thank you tweaky you are a very good elf"
She popped out happily after thanking me.
'Yes! yes! yes! now I have a way to further my knowledge sneakily and no one will ever know' I thought happily.

A Normal 22-year-old guy is reborn as Rubin Florean cousin of Neville longbottom in Harry Potter Universe. Follow his journey as he uses the knowledge of the 21st century and the HP books to take the wizarding world to new heights.

`Businessman?' she said as she finished reading the mail. She looked pretty
shaken up too.
And it is from Ahmedabad,' I said, 'that is all we know.' `You sure this is
real?' she said, a quiver in her voice. `This is not spam,' I said. `It is addressed to
me.'
My wife pulled a stool to sit down. I guess we really did need write extra
chairs.
`Think,' she said. `We've got to let someone know. His parents maybe.'
`How? I don't know where the hell it came from,' I said. And who do we
know in Ahmedabad?'
`We met in Ahmedabad, remember?' Anusha said. A pointless statement, I
thought. Yes, we'd been classmates at IIM-A years ago. 'So?'
`Call the institute. Prof Basant or someone,' she sniffed and left the room.
'Oh no, the porridge is burning.'
There are advantages in having a wife smarter than you. I could never be a
detective.
I searched the institute numbers on the Internet and called. An operator
connected me to Prof Basant's residence. I checked the time, 10.00 a.m. in Singapore,
7.30 a.m. in India. It is a bad idea to mess with a prof early in the morning.
`Hello?' a sleepy voice answered. Had to be the prof.
`Prof Basant, Hi. This is Chetan Bhagat calling. Your old student, remember?'
`Who?' he said with a clear lack of curiosity in his voice. Bad start.
I told him about the course he took for us, and how we had voted him the
friendliest professor in the campus. Flattery didn't help much either.
'Oh that Chetan Bhagat,' he said, like he knew a million of them. You are a
writer now, no?'
'Yes sir,' I said, 'that one.'
'So why are you writing books?'
'Tough question, sir,' I stalled.
'Ok, a simple one. Why are you calling me so early on a Saturday?'
I told him why and forwarded the email to him.
'No name, eh?' he said as he read the mail.
'He could be in a hospital somewhere in Ahmedabad. He would have just
checked in. Maybe he is dead. Or maybe he is at home and this was a hoax,' I said.
I was blabbering. I wanted help – for the boy and me. The prof had asked a
good question. Why the hell did I write books – to get into this?
'We can check hospitals,' Prof said. 'I can ask a few students. But a name
surely helps. Hey wait, this boy has a Gmail account, maybe he is on Orkut as
well.'
'Or-what?' Life is tough when you are always talking to people smarter than
you. 
`Businessman?' she said as she finished reading the mail. She looked pretty
shaken up too.
And it is from Ahmedabad,' I said, 'that is all we know.' `You sure this is
real?' she said, a quiver in her voice. `This is not spam,' I said. `It is addressed to
me.'
My wife pulled a stool to sit down. I guess we really did need write extra
chairs.
`Think,' she said. `We've got to let someone know. His parents maybe.'
`How? I don't know where the hell it came from,' I said. And who do we
know in Ahmedabad?'
`We met in Ahmedabad, remember?' Anusha said. A pointless statement, I
thought. Yes, we'd been classmates at IIM-A years ago. 'So?'
`Call the institute. Prof Basant or someone,' she sniffed and left the room.
'Oh no, the daal is burning.'
There are advantages in having a wife smarter than you. I could never be a
detective.
I searched the institute numbers on the Internet and called. An operator
connected me to Prof Basant's residence. I checked the time, 10.00 a.m. in Singapore,
7.30 a.m. in India. It is a bad idea to mess with a prof early in the morning.
`Hello?' a sleepy voice answered. Had to be the prof.
`Prof Basant, Hi. This is Chetan Bhagat calling. Your old student, remember?'
`Who?' he said with a clear lack of curiosity in his voice. Bad start.
I told him about the course he took for us, and how we had voted him the
friendliest professor in the campus. Flattery didn't help much either.
'Oh that Chetan Bhagat,' he said, like he knew a million of them. You are a
writer now, no?'
'Yes sir,' I said, 'that one.'
'So why are you writing books?'
'Tough question, sir,' I stalled.
'Ok, a simple one. Why are you calling me so early on a Saturday?'
I told him why and forwarded the email to him.
'No name, eh?' he said as he read the mail.
'He could be in a hospital somewhere in Ahmedabad. He would have just
checked in. Maybe he is dead. Or maybe he is at home and this was a hoax,' I said.
I was blabbering. I wanted help – for the boy and me. The prof had asked a
good question. Why the hell did I write books – to get into this?
'We can check hospitals,' Prof said. 'I can ask a few students. But a name
surely helps. Hey wait, this boy has a Gmail account, maybe he is on Orkut as
well.'
'Or-what?' Life is tough when you are always talking to people smarter than
you. 
`Businessman?' she said as she finished reading the mail. She looked pretty
shaken up too.
And it is from Ahmedabad,' I said, 'that is all we know.' `You sure this is
real?' she said, a quiver in her voice. `This is not spam,' I said. `It is addressed to
me.'
My wife pulled a stool to sit down. I guess we really did need write extra
chairs.
`Think,' she said. `We've got to let someone know. His parents maybe.'
`How? I don't know where the hell it came from,' I said. And who do we
know in Ahmedabad?'
`We met in Ahmedabad, remember?' Anusha said. A pointless statement, I
thought. Yes, we'd been classmates at IIM-A years ago. 'So?'
`Call the institute. Prof Basant or someone,' she sniffed and left the room.
'Oh no, the daal is burning.'
There are advantages in having a wife smarter than you. I could never be a
detective.
I searched the institute numbers on the Internet and called. An operator
connected me to Prof Basant's residence. I checked the time, 10.00 a.m. in Singapore,
7.30 a.m. in India. It is a bad idea to mess with a prof early in the morning.
`Hello?' a sleepy voice answered. Had to be the prof.
`Prof Basant, Hi. This is Chetan Bhagat calling. Your old student, remember?'
`Who?' he said with a clear lack of curiosity in his voice. Bad start.
I told him about the course he took for us, and how we had voted him the
friendliest professor in the campus. Flattery didn't help much either.
'Oh that Chetan Bhagat,' he said, like he knew a million of them. You are a
writer now, no?'
'Yes sir,' I said, 'that one.'
'So why are you writing books?'
'Tough question, sir,' I stalled.
'Ok, a simple one. Why are you calling me so early on a Saturday?'
I told him why and forwarded the email to him.
'No name, eh?' he said as he read the mail.
'He could be in a hospital somewhere in Ahmedabad. He would have just
checked in. Maybe he is dead. Or maybe he is at home and this was a hoax,' I said.
I was blabbering. I wanted help – for the boy and me. The prof had asked a
good question. Why the hell did I write books – to get into this?
'We can check hospitals,' Prof said. 'I can ask a few students. But a name
surely helps. Hey wait, this boy has a Gmail account, maybe he is on Orkut as
well.'
'Or-what?' Life is tough when you are always talking to people smarter than
you. 
'You are so out of touch, Chetan. Orkut is a networking site. Gmail users
sign up there. If he is a member and we are lucky, we can check his profile.'

Story Of Business,Cricket and Religion 

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