Next day, the class started as usual, 
Use of signs, expression and basic language were taught,
101 clearly understood the sign, and expression, but language was still hard to comprehend even for him.
Days passed, the daily routine was same,
First wake up, early in the morning, the class would then start, the children were then left alone in the room, so they could play with each other, none of them knew how to speak, they would simply play with the toys given to them, most of them were in groups,
In order to fit in, even 101 was inside a group, it was made up of 3 kids, Number 101, Number 18, Number 71,
All of them were similar in height,
Number 101 had deep-black eyes, and black hair, Number 18 and Number 71 both had white hair, Number 18 had blue gem like eyes, while Number 71 had black abyss like eyes,
Different types of puzzles were given to them, one of them was a wooden box with holes of different shapes, next was wooden blocks with different shapes, by keeping the correct wooden block in the correct hole, the puzzle could be solved,
Three of them tried to solve it, Number 18 was the first to solve it, followed by Number 71, Number 101 did not even try he was simply observing the other two, he noticed every child in here was unlike normal children, their cognitive and comprehensive abilities were unlike normal children, they learnt in an incredible rate,
Number 18, noticed Number 101 had not solved the puzzle yet, thinking he could not solve the puzzle, Number 18 took one of the triangular blocks and inserted it in a triangular hole, while showing it to Number 101, 
Number 101 looked at Number 18, she was smiling, they could not speak, but from her expression he could tell, she was trying to say, "This is how you solve it, you should try it too, it's fun", 
He smiled a little, then solved the puzzle,
Number 71 did not care about others, he simply looked at the puzzles, and solved as much as he could, in most classes he would be the one who would solve the most puzzles.
In the night most kids would simply sleep for around 10 hours, but Number 101 was different, he wanted to learn, but the situation was not favorable for him, if he could read then he would be able to read books, thus be able to obtain information,
But they had not started to teach about writing, he did not have any books or papers, he could only wait,  
He would also not sleep for 10 hours, he would mostly meditate, it was a habit from his previous life, next he would do light exercise, his body was still that of a 6-year-old, he did not push it too much, 
 
The Days Continued,
After a week, most kids started to speak, little by little,
Some could speak light words, some were still struggling,
Speaking with each other's, helped them improve their vocabulary, 
Small groups started to merge, those who could speak most fluently, were the ones who took the lead,
Most groups consisted of around 12-20 people
Except one, it was the group of only three people, consisting of Number 101, Number 18 and Number 71
Number 71 did not interact with others, he minded his own business, he was like the one weird, quiet and lone kid present in most classes
Number 101 was also similar, when other tried to interact with him, he could simply stare at them with his deep black eyes, the empty expression and the black eyes, would simply scare away most kids
Number 18 was mostly interactive, most kids knew her, she was invited by various groups, but she chooses to stay with the two of them
The reason Number 71 choose to stay in this group was mostly because of the quite atmosphere and an unfamiliar yet strange feeling of similarity, Number 101 choose to stay because he did not want to join any sort of big group neither did, he want to stand out, Number 18 choose to stay was because of the uniqueness she felt in them compared to others.
"101, hel.o..…. I….a.m…. num..be.r…..18" 
"I…...a…m...…. num... ber….71"
The kids started to introduce themselves, today they were taught about basic greeting and introduction
Their voice was sluggish,
Number 101 choose to stay quiet,
Days passed,
The moment had finally arrived, papers and pen were distributed, they started to teach about letters and how to write,
Different letters were shown, they taught how they were pronounced,
In the end some assignments were given,
He tried to learn as much as he could, he tried to soke in as much information as he could, like a sponge absorbing water,
The kids were taken to a library,
The library was filled with simple story books, and history books, the kids were not allowed to learn history right now,
Only story books were given,
Most kids could not read the contents of the books,
Yet, the books were given so they could slowly start to comprehend the contents while learning in the class,
It was night time,
101 was sitting in his bed, trying to read the book, however it was not easy, even if he had 200 years of memories, his mind right now was still that of a child, he could not instantly understand all of it,
He had to read letter by letter, just reading one line took more than 5 mins,
He shook his head, "This won't do", he said to himself
Using his previous knowledge, he thought for ways to learn language faster,
The best way he could think right now was translation,
He would read the contents in the foreign language, then write it down in his own language,
By using his original language as a comparison for another language, it would increase his comprehension but would also require more effort,
He was not afraid of the effort it required, but if someone else found the pages where he translated the book, it would arouse, suspicion, that was a problem,
His sights then went towards the candle, 
"Hehe"
He found the solution
That day he did not sleep much, he spent nearly half a night translating, yet he could only cover half a page, "No matter it's just the beginning"
Other kid even did not bother looking at the books, as they have just learnt to speak, reading and writing was something they just started to learn,
"Did you guys looked at the books", Number 18 spoke, her voice was now a bit clearer, 
I shook my head denying it,
"Only the first page", Number 71 replied
Number 71 was able to read the first page in the night, while Number 101 only translated half a page, this was simply because translation took much more time than just simply reading.
 
The Days Continued,
 
2 weeks passed, most kids now started reading the books,
Some had just started,
"How many pages did you study till now?", Number 18 asked,
"Around 70 pages", Number 71 replied
"Just started", Number 101 replied
However, Number 101 had finished translating around 1/3 of the book, Number 71 was talented, with ever word he read, his comprehension increased in a rapid rate, but Number 101 progress was even faster as his method was superior and he also had a habit of learning new languages,
In the first day he could only translate half a page, in the second he completed 2 pages, in the third day 5 pages, his progress just increased, and after 2 weeks, he had translated over 100 pages,
Not only that he had also gained various insights,
Insights about this world, 
The books given were simple story books,
But even though they were just short and simple stories various things could be deduced from it,
Like what time period it was? what kind of cultures were present in this world?
Those were simple things but it was a start,
 
Right now, simple tests were being taken,
It measured how much a child had learned till now,
In the test, Number 101 would solve only the problems that gave him average results
In the test, Number 71 and Number 18 both were first and second,
Thus, various problems began to rise,
Some kids struggled with the assignment, so they asked Number 71 for help, but he bluntly refused, some even asked Number 18 but she politely refused, both of them were busy studying on their own,
This caused others to feel inferior to them,
Even in such young age some sort of hierarchy was already established
The feeling of inferiority was slowing giving birth to hatred within them.
But being kids they did not act for now,
They kept asking Number 71 for help but he refused, and Number 71 got irritated and he shouted at them, "Mind your own business you brainless idiots"
Those words had now just decided what kind of life they would life from now on,

Regrets? There is not a single person in this world who can say there is nothing I regret, everyone faces mishaps, sorrows, and tragedies, when one lies on his death bed and looks back on his life, and finds nothing but regrets, what can he do then? Nothing, you can drown in sorrow, you can curse your life, but what will that result in? In the end while we lie on our death bed, all we can do is accept choices we made, and pray that in next life you have enough wisdom to live a life without much regrets. This is a story of a king who died with many regrets, but gets a second chance in life. This time will he be able to live a life any different from before?

"Dear, maybe we should just start his education a bit sooner. It is better than him trying to learn it alone without our counseling. He seems to be determined to learn magic one way or another." Helen tried to compromise between his son and husband.

   "I know, but, can he really handle it? He's just 5 years old. There is a good reason for most witch and wizards to not get their kids a wand before the age of eleven. It is not because they can't, but they don't because a kid isn't reliable to handle magic." Joseph was just afraid of rushing things, he didn't want his son to hurt himself trying to learn magic this early.

   "You are right. But as you know he is more mature than most kids his age. I'm not telling we should start teaching him magic immediately. Maybe we can start with the subjects that are related to magic, but doesn't really require for him to cast spells." Helen didn't want to entirely cut off Dean's interest in magic.

   "You mean?" he wanted to hear more about his wife's idea.

   "I mean subjects like astronomy, herbology, and history of magic. He will need to learn these eventually and he will have an easier time in Hogwarts. They don't require for him to cast any spells. We can set a condition where he needs to learn these before he could start learning spellcasting. Isn't it better to direct his passion like this, providing a goal for him to achieve?" She suggested what's been in her mind.

   Joseph just stared at his wife. "You are amazing. You are a much better parent than I am. I can't get my head around this kind of ideas at all." He adored his wife. She was a smart and elegant woman, perfect loving wife and a caring mother. He always felt lucky to have her.

   "You are wrong. You are really doing a good job of being a father. I know you are just thinking the best for our son." Helen gave him a hug before the sweet kiss.

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   Dean was currently sitting in front of his father, expecting to be reprimanded for his earlier actions.

   "Starting from today, you will be studying with me and your mother. These are the books you will need." Joseph pointed to a pile of books. "You will have two hours daily study in weekdays, with me or your mother. Other than that you can study yourself too, but it can't take all your day. You are still a kid, you can't bury yourself in books all day long."

   Dean's eyes shined. "You mean I can start learning magic, really?" He didn't expect his father to change his mind so quickly. He couldn't sit still and wanted to know what those books were about and what spells he could learn from them.

   "You are right, you will be 'learning', definitely." He almost laughed at his son looking so excited. "You will be learning these three subjects: Astronomy, herbology, and history of magic. These three are included in the seven core subjects you would normally learn in Hogwarts for the first 5 years. But, since you are so eager to start your education about magic, we will help you learn them. Also, you can forget about casting spells before you finish all the 5-years syllabus for them. Any questions?" Joseph tried to look serious to leave the impression that there will be no further changes to his decision.

   'Astronomy, herbology, and history of magic don't sound like I will get to practice magic. Sigh, whatever. It seems like I would have studied them in Hogwarts anyway. I should just try to learn them as fast as possible, then he will not have any more excuses to not teach me some spells.' "Okay. But can't I even learn one simple magic that I can practice with?"

   As Joseph was just about to refuse him, he remembered something. "Okay, I will teach you Occlumency. It just so happens our family has some mastery in it. That would be really good practice for you."

    "Occlumency? What is that, father? How can I practice it?" He didn't wanna have his hopes up, but couldn't help but be excited.

   "You can learn it through meditation." Joseph saw that Dean was about to object and added "Before you complain, that is just the first step. Occlumency is the act of putting up magical barriers around your mind, so you can shield your mind and thoughts from someone that uses Legilimency to penetrate your mind. If they are successful, they can get access to your memories and thoughts, you wouldn't really want that. In our family, we practice Occlumency in three stages. You will know the next step when you can maintain the meditation while I attack your mind."

   After this discussion was over, Dean started his boring days of studying astronomy, herbology and the history of magic.

Its life was nothing but misery. Since it's birth, it was forced to obey that wizard called Salazar. It didn't have any freedom or will to do as it wished. Not only him, but, it also had to obey his successors as well. Until the successor arrives, it was put to deep sleep.

   Once it was awakened from its sleep, it met the boy named Tom. Even though it had to obey his command to harm the people he targeted, those were the only times it was freed from its cage. Freedom didn't last long and it was again forced into its cage until it could be freed again.

   When it was awakened once more, it was delighted with the taste of freedom, until that old bastard came and ruined it all. 

   Dumbledore found the secret chamber and forced it to obey him as well. It was confused as to how someone that he didn't recognize as a successor could command it. Because it was sure that old guy wasn't the successor it had to obey, not at all. After that, it was forced to play along with the stage that old bastard prepared. It first lost its sight because of that old man's bird than killed by a little boy. If not forced to hold back, how could such a weakling be able to kill him? 

After it's death, the Basilisk was reborn as a human baby. Free from the chains that have been forced on it, it decided to rise to power so never again in its life it will be forced to obey others.

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In the Harry Potter series, the basilisk is supposed to be a female. But in this story, it is a male. Not that it has any importance to the story.

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I don't own the Harry Potter or the cover picture. It is just a fan-fiction.

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Yoon Shik started learning from Baek Chun after he was done with his work in the restaurant in the evening. For a few weeks he found difficulty in learning, holding the brush etc. but soon he grasped the basics. He used to study till late night in the lantern light and used to wake up early morning to memorize the previous day's work. In the restaurant in between breaks he used to take a glance at the notes he has made.

"Ahjussi Jangmi told me that the kids of my age study really hard because they have all kinds of resources. I've to ask him if he can give me some higher level literature books so that I can learn from them," murmured Yoon and put the brush down at the table in its stand. He clasped. His fingers together and fell in a deep thought.

"Jangmi ahjussi told me that the civil services exam is held every three years. So I can give the exam when I become an adult. Means after 9 years I can give that exam. I've to learn classical Chinese, literature, philosophy, astronomical science, art and a little bit of warfare skills. I've to work really hard only then I can be like him and then I'll give justice to my mother and grandma," murmured Yoon. 

The door of his room was opened and he turned to look. It was none other than Jang Shiwo, his abeoji(father). "Abeoji, do you want something?," asked Yoon and stood up from the cushion. 

"No no, son. I saw the light from your room, that's why I came inside." Shiwo looked  at the books at the table nearby Yoon and asked," are you studying?"

"Yes. I was learning how to read and write. I've learnt it recently," mumbled Yoon. "Abeoji, you should sleep. It's late night," said Yoon looking at Shiwo. 

Shiwo smiled and caressed Yoon Shik's head and said, "I was going to sleep. You should sleep too. If you want to study then study only. You don't have to work." Shiwo's eyes have concern for Yoon which Yoon never saw in his real father. It made him teary eyed and he whispered, "Abeoji, thank you for taking us as your children." Saying this Yoon Shik broke into tears after all he was a ten years old kid. 

Shiwo patted at Yoon Shik's back and said, "haha. I'm happy that I've got such a beautiful family. A good son and a good daughter." Yoon Shik rubbed his eyes and told him that he should sleep as it's late night. Shiwo then walked out of the room and told Yoon not to take stress. 

The days passed like this and in two months he caught up with many things. He used to take old books from Jangmi's bookstore on rent at a lesser price. Still Baek Chun and Jangmi used to tell him he shouldn't aim for such things which are impossible to achieve by a Sangmin. 

"Yoon Shik, you're still behind that thing. Chinese classical and literature isn't a cup of tea. You don't know how much trained teachers are being appointed for regal kids and Yangban kids. The time and energy you're wasting in this thing, you should utilize it somewhere." Jangmi mumbled while checking the books for his store. 

"Jangmi, give me these books," said Scholar Taehyo . He has worn high silk quality clothes and a long hat on his head. Jangmi handed him the books. "I've specially brought this for you from China," murmured Jangmi and smiled. 

"I know. Here take this," said Taehyo and handed him a pouch filled with silver coins. "Well there's some old books. I'll send someone tomorrow here with those books," muttered Taehyo. Yoon Shik who was hearing their conversation got happy hearing this.

"Excuse me, Sir," said Yoon Shik. Taehyo looked at Yoon Shik. Jangmi too looked at Yoon. "Yes," mumbled Taehyo. 

"Sir, what are those books about?," asked Yoon Shik. 

"That is needed by a Scholar," answered Taehyo.

"Can you give me those books? I can pay you," said Yoon Shik with a smile. Jangmi started laughing and then patted at Yoon Shik's shoulder and said, "this kid means that he will take them from you and then pay it for you." Turning to Yoon Shik, Jangmi said, "Yoon Shik you don't have to go. I'll take care of this. Baek Chun is waiting for you. Go in," said Jangmi, gestured to Yoon to go away and smiled. 

"Sir, why to bother your man? I will send someone to your house. You don't have to worry," said Jangmi while smiling. Taehyo called his servant inside and told him to carry the books. After that they head out from there. Jangmi took a breath of relief and shouted Yoon Shik's name. Hearing his name Yoon Shik came out of the room which was on the left side of the counter. 

"Ahjussi, why are you shouting?," asked Yoon. Jangmi sat on the wooden stool there and said, "Yoon Shik, you can't tell those people about your aim. I mean they are upperclassmen. They won't find it good if they get to know that a low class is trying to do this. Everyone in this world isn't good. So, from now on you won't do such a thing," muttered Jangmi. Yoon Shik shook his head. 

"Now go home. Here, this bag. I've put some old books on your request the previous day. You don't have to return these," said Jangmi. Yoon Shik nodded; thanked him and then left the bookstore. 

He was walking through the market street and stood outside a big cloth house. "Hani wanted to have that hanbok dress (traditional women Korean dress)," murmured Yoon looking at a pink silk dress. He took out the money pouch and counted the money. "I don't have enough money. Maybe later," muttered Yoon and turned back when he was hit by some kid and the boy fell on the ground. "Ahh Sorry," apologized Yoon Shik. 

The boy got up in anger. "How dare you hit me? You filthy low class," shouted the boy at him. He was the same age as Yoon Shik. Hearing this Yoon became angry. 

"I've apologized for my mistake. You don't have to call me a low class," muttered Yoon Shik. 

The boy got angry hearing this and almost hit Yoon when someone stopped him. "Chan Sul, don't beat a low class who isn't worthy of your touch," mumbled a boy. Yoon Shik turned to look at who's saying this and it was none other than the boy from the garden, Sung Tae. Sung Tae was three other boys namely Do Yeong, Ro Sangpo and Wang Wook. 

Sung Tae glared at Yoon Shik. Yoon Shik did not talk with them so she turned to go when Wang Wook snatced the cloth bag which was hanging around Yoon's shoulder. Yoon Shik immediately turned to stop him but it was late. 

"Books," murmured Sung Tae. He started laughing so are the others except Do Yeong. Yoon Shik tried snatching it but Ro Sang and Chan Sul held Yoon's arms tightly. Sung Tae then smoothing at Yoon Shik threw the books on the ground. 

"So you are actually thinking of becoming like us. A Sangmin is  thinking of becoming a Scholar," mumbled Sung Tae, glaring at Yoon.

"Sung Tae, let it be. He's just a layman," murmured Do Yeong trying to stop the fight. The people around them were looking at them but no one came there to stop them, not even the people inside the store house who were looking at them. 

"Do Yeong, he wants to become like us. Don't you know such people create rebellion in the near future. As the son of the prime minister it's also my duty to check such people, especially such rebellious boys," muttered Sung Tae. 

"Leave me," shouted Yoon at them and tried releasing himself.

"Okay then I won't do anything like beating you. Let's tear these books," muttered Sung Tae and looked at his left where his personal guard was standing a few meters away from him. "No, you can't do this," shouted Yoon. Sung Tae smiled and gestured to his guard to do so. The guard tore the books apart into pieces and then threw them on the ground. Tears started flowing from Yoon Shik's eyes. Sung Tae smirked at Yoon and told Chan Sul and Ro Sang to leave him. 

"Why did you do that?," yelled Yoon Shik at Sung Tae. 

"To tell you that a low class can't reach our level. Feed this in your mind that a low class can't dream big and whoever tried to do so will be given such punishments," saying this Sung Tae walked ahead of Yoon, hitting at his shoulder. 

Do Yeong didn't say anything and walked away from there. Chan Sul, Wang Wook and Ro Sang too hit Yoon's shoulder with theirs and walked ahead when Yoon said, "A person who has a low thinking with filthy thoughts is a low class."

They all turned to look at him. Yoon too turned to look at Sung Tae and both were glaring at each other. Before Sung Tae could say anything to Yoon Shik, he picked his cloth bag from the ground and walked away from there.

On Hiatus for some weeks


"Why should I bow before that man?", asked a kid.

"He's a top aristocrat of this kingdom. Kid, we're low classmen. We are born in a lower class that's why we have to bow before him," stated the man.

"Can I be like him? I also want to be respected by people," said the kid with an affirmed voice.

"Hahaha. You're good in joking, kid. A lowclass can't become a Scholar like them," mumbled the man and walked away. 


Determined to become a Scholar like the man described, the kid decided to be like the one he saw on the very first day in the kingdom city. 

Lost his mother & father; pushed away his lover, the protagonist Kim Yoon Shik negotiated all the difficulties in his path and finally achieved the dream that he has seen in his childhood.


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I am 24 teacher who is currently being chased by the cops for something I've not done. This countries racism really piss me of just cause I have dreads and a few tattoos doesn't mean I'm the suspect. 
Bang*
Mr. Sherman was shot by one of the officers and the bullet went through his heart. 

A few moments later James found himself dressed in a black rope and somewhere that seemed like a class room. Sherman looked around shocked for a moment he wasn't a believer of an after life but is this what's suppose to happen when you die? As Sherman looked around he saw papers hung around the room looking like magic circle or something you would use for witch craft. Then a moment letter memories started filling his mind. Sherman was transported to a different world when he got shot. His soul went into a teacher who looked like him but the rules of this world was completely different from his. Magic was a thing in this world and he is a teacher at a mediocre school and not only that but he seems to be the worst teacher. The original owner of this body was not that great of a teacher but the circumstances to become a teacher at this school wasn't that high. As Sherman put things together he started to understand that he was the only black teacher at this just like his last one. the only difference is in this world you are discriminated against for your color but for your magic level. If your magic level is low then you are no better than trash. 

Since Sherman switched worlds he like every soul in this world was blessed and lucky him he got a great amount of magic power. His magic power untrained matched that of a magic Warrior. In this world magic level is divided into magic infant,magic discipline,magic warrior,magic emperor, and magic saint. The higher your magic level the more powerful magic you can cast and the amount of times you can cast. For example a magic infant cast the simplest of element attacks 8 times and a magic emperor can cast the simplest of element attack 80,000 times. 

Mr.sherman went from a magic infant to magic warrior. He can cast simple element attacks for 800 times. The body Sherman transferred was a lot smaller than his old body. In his old bod he was about 6'6 but this new body was 5'9. His soul felt cramped into the new body but his body started to grow taller and his physics changed to that of his old body. Mr.Sherman worked out a lot but he was know for his intelligence. 

As Mr.Sherman was doing some thinking kids around 15-16 started to walk into the class room the all were magic infant level as expected for children. They have yet to really train their magic power. When the students got done walking in Mr.Sherman counted 12 people this was smaller than his old school. In his old class he had 27 students. As each student walked in their names started to float in his head and out of the 12 students none were female. Then a memory hit him students were allowed to choose their teachers and all 12 of these guys picked this class cause their teacher didn't seem that knowledgeable and his class was gonna be easy they had no interest in learning since all of them are delinquents. 

"Hey Mr.shrimp, what are gonna be learning about today? Haha" the student who spoke was jake a red haired kid with a lot of confidence and he was the leader of the class. Jake started walking towards Mr.sherman was in deep thought. As jake stood in front of Mr.sherman he yelled" HAVE YOU GONE DEAF" that scared Mr.sherman but he wa scrim Chicago so he instantly grabbed jake's collar and stood up. The old Mr.sherman was timid and small but what jake was seeing was a towering man with a body of a trained magic knight. Then Mr.Sherman came to realize what was going on and let go of jake's collar. Mr.Sherman wasn't the mean teacher he was more of the laid back nice teacher but that's not gonna work with this class. " All of get in your seats and listen u overt carefully. I don't not care if you are here to relax or waste your years but since you have joined my class I will be your teacher for the next 5 years. I have three rules. First rule never speak while I am. Second rule come into my class with the mindset of working your ass off and the final rule stay out of trouble. Since you all look like a raggedy bunch of kids I will turn you into gentlemen respected throughout the world. I will not take no half-assed efforts on anything. Now all of you fix your ropes and come to the library with me." The students wouldn't usually listen to their teacher but something seemed different. It felt like if they don't listen they would get eaten up by the man in front of them. Mr.Sherman wanted to go to the library cause he had no real knowledge of magic and wanted to teach of the books. As they all followed Mr.sherman they arrived to the library. The library is usually empty when their are class so they had the whole library to themselves." Alright kids each one of you grab a chair while I pick out a book for you." Mr.Sherman directed his class to do so.

As Mr. Sherman went through the books he found a few that he could understand the core of. The books he picked out where" weapon creation"  "fire manipulation" and " magic circle". Weapon creation was a magic spell that can bee castes by anyone but the higher the magic level the stronger the weapon. Fire manipulation was a defensive spell the let's you manipulate the direction of a fire attack. And magic circle is a a method to meditate and increase your magic level. 

As Mr.Sherman walked back to his students he had noticed that the all had bad posture. " all of you straighten your backs and sit up straight." Mr. Sherman said as he set the books down. 

Mr.Sherman read the books to his students but he knew that just by explaining they wouldn't understand and he was in the same boat as his students so he told them that their homework was to figure out what the books were really saying and he will give them the answers tomorrow.

Mr.Sherman was a regular teacher in the USA when shit by accident by a cop because he looked like the suspect they were looking for. He was transported to a different world where magic was a thing. He was still a teacher but it seemed he was not as good as he was on earth. Mr.Sherman will be taking in the challenge of teaching the worst type of students. “When the students grow the teacher grows along with them” Mr.Sherman

Ron and the others presented the new method before Pollux and unsurprisingly, he was surprised. Just thinking of the implications if the kids actually managed to do it, it was enough for him to be shocked and surprised for a while. ``You kids have to stop giving me so many surprises all time. It' not good for my old body to be shocked all the time.'' Listening to Pollux's words, the kids just smiled and laughed at his antics. They all knew how proud Pollux was of them. Even if they were one of the kids who joined later, no one was ever ignored or mistreated in Pollux's presence. After getting a little bit of direction from Pollux, the kids went back to their schedule, wake up, exercise and then converge at the previously decided House. There they practiced their Potions, Alchemy, Runes and Spell casting abilities. They and their families knew how big of an advantage the Runic Tressures made by Ron were and they did not want to waste it. Besides Ron, who had started learning basically since he was born. The others weren't something to look over as well, the eldest three, Bill, Charlie and Percy could all cast Wandless and Chantless Magic and the others were getting better every day. They could all now make Third Year Potions without the safety measures and could even make some High Level Alchemical, Runic and Magical Treasures without any help.

Everyone of course specialised in particular areas but they never let the other areas fall behind. Besides studying normal Magical Subjects, they also learnt about Wizard Etiquette and History while also learning to duel with and without Magic. All of these different lessons were spread across the week and gave them time to focus on making the products for their shop and work on the Werewolf Animagus Project. A few months passed and whilst they made progress, they weren't close to a proper result. ``Ahhhh! The testing of all these different methods takes so long! Why can't we just get one result that works right then and there?!!'' ``Exactly! Why do we come up with so many methods all at once?! If we know something isn't' going to work, why do we still test it?!'' ``I can't wait for this to be over.''. Hearing the frustrated shouts of the three youngest kids in the room, the others just smiled and went back to testing the different Potion recipes and combinations of spells and materials. Luna, Ginny and Astoria were young but the environment they had grown up in made them much more mature than other kids their age. 

They grew up surrounded by hard working and genius people and none of them were slackers despite their young age. Although they were shouting in frustration a minute ago, they were back on the table, looking through books, trying to come up with another Recipe or Combination to try. It wasn't just them who was frustrated by the lack of success, they were geniuses who hadn't seen failure for a long, long time. But their grandparents, parents, uncles and aunts were all there for them, in success and failure. Another reason they kept going back to try each and every method they could think of was the fact that they weren't doing it for fame or money, they were doing it for family. They all knew how amazing and talented Remus was but that talent was buried beneath the fact he was a Werewolf. They all hated how Remus felt unworthy of his status and how they literally had to force him to go and meet his father. Although the meetings became frequent after Lyall Lupin became a member of the Grandparent club, it was even harder to see Remus beat himself up. The Wolfsana Potion helped this situation immensely but it did not cure it and thus, the kids persevered. After another few weeks of trial and error, Hogwarts Holidays came around and Bill and Percy joined the kids once again. 

After hearing about their adventures at Hogwarts like how they helped the school deal with the Boggart Issue, the kids didn't think too much about it. They already knew about the Cursed Vaults at Hogwarts and unlike the original timeline, Dumbledore only held one position in this one, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and was able to deal with most of the situations very quickly. Not to mention, he had help from the Ministry and several Wizard Families. After hearing them tell their adventures, Harry excitedly said, ``We already know most of that stuff! We should be discussing where we go for the holidays this time!'' everyone was excited about once again going around Europe, vising the different properties owned by their families and just having a good time. And they had plenty of good times but they were still working on their project. And with Bill and Charlie joining them, they had another two minds to source ideas from. But most of their time was still spent playing around the Mansions and Villas while going around the Magical and non-Magical Markets around the areas. 

Every time they visited a new area, they always went to the local equivalents of Diagon Alley and they would always find new and interesting books, Ingredients and Materials. Each and every one of which almost always gave them a few ideas about the Werewolf Cure and even other projects they had going on at the side. 

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Having been bullied almost his whole life, Ray's only solace had been his Mother and books. but one day, the bullies took things too far and he died. On his deathbed he had two wishes, for his Mother to be happy and for him to have the strength to be happy in his next life. somehow, both his wishes came true.

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After his lunch he returned to his abode he started to train in his body cultivation, as he had just eaten the food his body cultivation speed was quite fast. 

He cultivated for two hours before his body started to wear out and he had to stop. Later, he went to the library to continue his understanding on Alchemy and other topics which he got interested in like the Demonic beasts and Magic tool crafting.

After staying in the library for 2 to 3 hours, in the evening time he returned to his abode to continue his cultivation of spirit. 

The next day in the morning at 9 am, another professor had been assigned to start his lecture on demonic beasts, but this lecture was also slight helpful to him, other than having the beast shown in he illusion form it was nothing different from what the library books had entailed. 

Knave had thought that the lectures would help him firm his studies but it was a total let down. Even when his most anticipated Alchemy lecture was given.

In that lecture only the explanation of the verbs and different ways of finding out about the ages of herbs were thought, nothing about how the Alchemy process was done or the spirit fire was shown. 

So this one week of learning was too boring for him as he had already understood all this from the library.

Maybe Vanessa and the elders had not considered his thirst of knowledge, the books on most of the topics y would be taken in this one week was already covered by him on his own.

Vanessa had thought that going to this one week of lecture would be helpful for him, but what they didn't know was that he had already memorized the basics and he was going towards the advanced stages of this topics.

Still, after one week of learning the elders had already designed a test for them to find out on which subjects these new disciples would be better at.

After finishing the test he kept on his daily schedule as the result would be given tomorrow. What he didn't know was that his results showed that he was good in all the fields but his real expertise was in Alchemy and Tool crafting. 

After seeing his results some of the Alchemy teachers in the academy were quite delighted to find a disciple like him in this batch and after checking his history they found out that he had comprehended all this on his own after coming to the academy. 

So after quite a discussion among the elderly, an alchemist known as Elder Fryer was selected to be his mentor as he was not only the best in alchemy in the outer ring of the Academy but he also had a good foundation in magic tool crafting.

After looking at Knave's results, he knew that even though the kid had self studied for two months, his knowledge was quite ahead of the other kids of his age and he was quite satisfied with it.

So after a lot of endeavor with the other professors in the alchemy department, he had come up to be the best metor to teach him about the basics of the Alchemy to firm his foundation. 

As for the learning of magic craft, he still had some knowledge about it, so he would also teach him something about magic crafting but later in the advanced stages he would have to find another teacher from the academy that specializes in that field but this was all not know by Knave.

The next day when Knave went to get his results, he was held back by the mentor even after getting his results.

 He was told that it was the kind of important matter which would decide his future. Hearing this Knave was quite intrigued and so he decided to wait patiently. 

After everybody was given the results the mentor said some encouraging words for their cultivation and said to continue on their path according to their own will, most of the kids were quite hyper because now they could select their own cultivation techniques, which they had been waiting for

In the silence of the night, 
In the darkness of the abyss, 
For the horror of immortal land, 
He came to Life.


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{Fumio - First Person ~ Summary of Birth}
After leaving that place, I found out that I was the product of an unplanned birth; And was, fortunately, left at an orphanage's stone doorstep instead of the cold snow in front of it.
I wanted to experience having a family, but I think I should focus more on finding out where exactly I am, both in the anime's world and timeline.
---
{Third Person Perspective}
Fumio had read many fanfics and still couldn't found it hard to believe he was in the same situation.
'Ugh... I can't sleep. How can they cry for so long without getting tired...' This was obviously Fumio's thoughts since his cradle neighbors only thought about trivial things. At least, that's what he assumed.
The orphanage's unskilled and under-paid caretakers were surprised by how much time Fumio would spend sleeping, and how little he would cry. Only doing so to inform them that he needed a change of diaper, etc.
His behavior as an infant already qualified him to be registered into the Orphan-Recruitment Program by the orphanage's supervisor, enacted to raise Iwagakure's numbers of talented Academy students.
Obviously, Fumio wasn't aware of this, and all he thought about was quickly growing up so he could start his chakra training, while also feeling slightly nervous about learning things all by himself.
---
{7 Months Later...}
Fumio was finally able to walk at the age of 8 months. The orphanage caretakers were impressed since most newborns needed at least 11 months to start walking.
This was also when his chakra reserves became large enough for him to be able to finally sense it. He never felt chakra inside him for 18 years, because his past-world simply didn't have chakra, so he was very sensitive to chakra.
Additionally, he had sensed something else inside him, a couple of months after being able to sense his chakra, which he soon realized to be the connection he had with the violet book that gave him a wish.
However, he wasn't able to find a way to bring that book out, only learning how to make a glowing, violet rune-like marking appear on his right wrist.
---
{2 Years and 6 Months Later...}
Fumio hasn't made any friends in the orphanage, spending most of his time listening to books that one of the well-paid female caretakers would read out to him, before he would later start reading books by himself.
From the books he would read, Fumio learned that he was inside an orphanage located in the Earth Country's Capital. Which was also in the same country as the Hidden Rock Village.
With this information, Fumio made it his goal to make it into the Hidden Rock Village so he could use the resources in its Academy to get stronger.
He also learned that he was born a year after the end of the Third Great Shinobi War.
Let's talk about Fumio's progress and, well, the lack thereof. Despite his phenomenal chakra-sensing ability, he struggled greatly with chakra control, thinking he had tried everything to get that annoying leaf stuck on him.
Out of frustration, Fumio chose to put chakra control training on hold and instead focus on gathering more information.
---
{2 Years later...}
Fumio had more chakra in his reserves now and felt more confident as he finally resumed chakra control training.
Another reason behind his resumption was that he started worrying about his slow progress, especially when comparing himself to other child prodigies in the Naruto world.
Instead of playing ninja with the other orphans, Fumio asserted his dominance by teaching them how to play soccer, using a good-sized ball that he was very surprised and lucky to find.
The space in the government-funded orphanage's courtyard was more than big enough to allow them to play without any limitations and all of the younger and older kids seemed to enjoy the sport more than the same old ninja game they'd been playing for years.
All of them had terrible footwork and would often accidentally kick the ball or trip on it, allowing Fumio to finally win in a sport for the first time in his cumulative life.
He had seen many of the kids in the orphanage finding families and wondered why he hadn't been picked yet, before deciding not to think too much about superficial things like that.
---
After a week, Fumio finally managed to keep a leaf stuck on his forehead, which was followed by a strange feeling coming from his stomach
This feeling wasn't hunger, but rather the violet book's familiar shaking before it suddenly appeared in front of him.
"Woah... I haven't seen you in a while, bud," Fumio spoke before the floating book fell on his hands.
It opened to the second page before a familiar scene of words, being written in black-ink, started appearing on the page.
[Requirements for Chakra Control Guidebook - Met!]
[Chakra Control Guidebook's Initial Mastery] Sprout
[Tip: Think or Say, "Open Chakra Control Guidebook," with the intent to do so.]
After learning that his book friend acted like a System that could assist him with the very thing he currently struggled with most, Chakra Control, Fumio was filled to the brim with excitement.
Before checking out what the book had to offer, he began thinking about the many things he could accomplish with the violet book's help. Perhaps, he could create his own awesome Jutsu...

{Plot} Fumio Kase, a naruto-fan, dies and uses the wish, he was given by a special book, to get reincarnated into his favorite anime, Naruto. {*Extra*} MC will have a book-system that helps him master techniques, jutsus, etc. faster. I won't completely stick to canon and I might stray completely from it, but I'll try to be as accurate as I can with pre-made characters & events. The story's pace will be a little slow at the start but will pick up later on. {*Warning*} There will be gore, violence but nothing else you should worry about. The story won't end in a tragedy/be angsty, but not too light-hearted either. No BL and Harem is undecided, convince me not to add it and I'll hear you out, but we have time because of the tag, "Late Romance." {*Also Warning*} Don't read if you can't handle some gore, like decapitation or body explosions lol.

Samuel if asked at this point in his life would say that he was desperate. Others looking at him would probably say that he was insane.
Samuel had no last name nor did he know his parents. He grew up in an orphanage until the age of ten when he was kicked out for being abnormal. The next four years he lived on the streets learning to survive and pickpocket. Samuel was always an abnormal child, he matured faster than the other children in the orphanage. He also developed an eidetic memory and memory palace based on books about Sherlock Holmes. However, what was most abnormal about Samuel were his morals and desire for adventure and power.
Samuel never played with the other children at the orphanage, he studied any books he could get his hands on and trained his body to be flexible and fit. This along with contently leaving the orphanage to go exploring without telling the matrons was what lead to his statues as being abnormal not that Samuel cared.
You see Samuel learned the way the world worked at a young age. In the orphanage the older stronger kids bullied the weaker kids, on the streets the stronger or richer adults suppressed or hurt the weaker or poorer adults. This along with reading books about adventure and true love lead to Samuel wanting to gain power, because the people with power were always happy and free.
This leads us to the current day, Samuel is now fourteen and still living on the streets surviving and attempting to gain power, happiness, freedom, and love. Of course this is much easier said than done as after nearly ten years of hard work all Samuel has to show for it is an athletic body, some basic knowledge of martial arts and school subjects, survival skills and awful living conditions.
Now begins another day in the life of Samuel, waking up under a bridge trying to pickpocket enough money for food and attempting to believe that one day he would gain power when it currently seemed hopeless for him. Of course Samuel didn't know that today would be the turning point in his life and the start of an endless journey the kind of which he had always earned.

Samuel dreamed of adventure and power in a world of super-powered beings, but being a homeless orphan he soon finds that power is nearly impossible to gain. However, when his soul collides with others Samuel finds that sometimes the greatest power is knowledge.


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In a forest not too far from Ora kingdom,  some men and children were busy picking herbs, some were learning how to pluck herbs without damaging  or reducing the quality, while others held locally made baskets in which the herbs are kept. But they all had smiles on their faces. "Haha!!!  It rained "cats and dogs" two days ago so the herbs are very fresh, we can sell each for three silver coins said mr uzo the leader of the group.

Kome.!  a ten year old boy with an average look was the happiest of them all. ever since he could talk he had been learning how to treat all kinds of illness from his mom who is a healer. he came here today for two reasons:  one was to identify those herbs he had been seeing in the books he read daily. Two was to make money.

This is my first time here, i am so lucky!  i wonder how much i will receive from uncle uzo,  maybe a hundred coins?  he thought happily.

While he was lost in his thought, he didn't realize that the place was strangely quiet and three well dressed kids were talking to him.

Pah"!! one of the kids slapped him,  forcing him to fall sideways and immediately snapping out of his thought with blood in his mouth. 
Kome has never felt so much pain before, no one has ever slapped him before in his life.  "Who are you?  he shouted angrily!!!

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