I opened the book and started reading.
The first chapter began with an introduction to Godric Gryffindor and his views on magic.
According to him, magic wasn't just a tool for external manipulation or temporary changes to oneself.
It was a bridge between the body, mind, and soul — a force that could bring about lasting transformation.
Magic resides within us as much as it exists around us. To master it fully, one must first master oneself.
He challenged the common assumption that the physical body was the weakness of mages, arguing that this belief was fundamentally flawed.
A body capable of interacting with magic — one that can communicate and manipulate the very fabric of the world — is deeply interconnected with that wondrous force. How could it possibly be weak?
Gryffindor then described the intricate connection between magic and physicality.
A mage's body, he explained, was like a conduit: the stronger and more resilient the conduit, the greater the power it could channel. Neglecting one's physical state, he believed, was as foolish as suppressing magic itself.
While modern magic no longer demands significant physical strength, Gryffindor noted that this shift had come at a cost.
With the evolution of magical practices, reliance on the body has declined. This convenience has resulted in weaker mages compared to those of the past, who once mastered both their magic and their bodies.
He continued:
"In my youth, I could command magic better than most. Yet, I still fell short of the legendary mages of old, whose power seemed boundless."
Determined to bridge this gap, Gryffindor devoted himself to understanding what set those ancient masters apart.
"At first, I believed that deeper mastery of magic alone would lead me to greater heights. Only later did I realize that my true limitation was not in my knowledge of magic but in my mastery of the body itself."
Driven by this revelation, he spent years developing and refining a method to integrate magic into the physical form.
"I sought to create a harmonious bond, where magic and body would work as one, enhancing strength, endurance, and vitality. But alas, my method was ultimately unsuited for the mages of the present — or the future."
The problem lay in the very nature of modern magic.
"The method I devised relied on the magic already inherent in the body. Yet today's mages draw more heavily on ambient magic than on the magic within themselves. Without a sufficient internal magic to use, my method cannot be fully realized."
Despite this setback, Gryffindor left his findings within the pages of this book, along with instructions for those who might one day be able to use them.
"Though I could only achieve a basic stage of this transformation, I have documented my discoveries here. Should a worthy individual find this text, they will have the tools to go further than I ever could."
With that the introduction to the book came to an end.
It was no surprise that someone like Godric Gryffindor would be aware of the limitations of modern magic, which had been developed and popularized by Merlin himself.
Even Merlin, in his writings, had expressed concerns about the imperfections of his system. While it was widely adopted for its ease of use, he had warned of its drawbacks.
But, only a few individuals in history had dared to challenge the established system. It was fitting that Godric, a master of both the sword and the wand, would be one of them.
Though Godric Gryffindore had not been able to perfect the method he had developed it was of no problem to me rather it felt like it was made to be perfectlty suited to me.
Thanks to the Archmage Essence, I possessed an infinite source of magical energy — a reactor that constantly produced magic. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't exhaust it.
Thus, using this method wasn't just possible for me; it was safe and incredibly advantageous.
The next couple of chapters of the book explored the usage of internal magic to develop and mold the body.
Gryffindor explained how to shape the body to perfectly adapt to magic, allowing for not only more powerful and smoother use of magic but also enhancing the body's strength and resilience to reach a more perfect state.
While learning the method, I began practicing it as well. As I moved my magic through my body, I felt a cool sensation spreading through me. It felt as though it was healing scars I hadn't even known I had.
With my body constantly producing magic, it would passively strengthen and perfect itself, increasing my defenses, reaction speed, and overall physical strength.
It would also make me more resistant to magic in general. After understanding the flow of magic and the specific method to absorb and use it, I let my body handle the rest of the work.
It would only take me a few days to a week to perfect my body internally. However, I would allow my body to change outwardly at a slower pace to avoid drawing too much attention.
Currently, my height was around 1.65m (5'5"). I knew that in the next couple of years, I would naturally grow to around 1.80m (5'11"). With this method, however, my body would likely surpass that.
I decided to aim for 1.78m (5'10") in the coming months, keeping the changes gradual and manageable.
With the need for the body strengthening also done, I then practiced some other spells that I had learned in the past few days.
I abused the dummies in the training area as it has become a part of my routine now.
"Rest in pieces," I muttered with mock solemnity as I surveyed the carnage.
Deciding I'd done enough damage for one day, I threw on the Cloak of Invisibility.
Before heading out, I checked the Marauder's Map to make sure the coast was clear.
It would be a shame to put so much effort into stealth only to get caught because I hadn't bothered to check if Filch or Snape were lurking around.
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The next couple of days went as expected.
The Hufflepuffs were still fuming, the Slytherins were happily fanning the flames, and the Ravenclaws maintained their usual neutrality, observing the chaos like it was some kind of social experiment.
I ignored most of it. None of it really mattered, and I had better things to focus on. I spent more time with Hermione and the rest of the Gryffindors, who were more supportive.
In lessons, I made steady, visible improvements, especially in Charms and Transfiguration.
Professor Flitwick gave me a few enthusiastic compliments, practically bouncing on his toes as he praised my progress. Professor McGonagall was more restrained but still gave me an approving nod here and there.
Gradually, I was shedding the reputation of "lazy, trouble-prone Harry" and starting to gain recognition as someone who worked hard and had talent. Not that everyone was thrilled with the change.
Snape, with his perpetually sour face and a nose that could probably sniff out happiness just to crush it, remained predictably unimpressed.
He seemed determined to find fault in everything I did, scrutinizing my every move in Potions like he expected me to accidentally summon a basilisk.
Of course, I wasn't about to let that slide. Since wandless magic and nonverbal spells were second nature to me, I retaliated in ways that were subtle but satisfying.
Watching him trip into a poorly brewed Slytherin potion was pure comedy gold.
The way he'd flail, his robes billowing dramatically, could probably become a memory that might help some of the students produce their patronus .
Every time it happened, his eyes would narrow, and he'd fix me with a glare so venomous it might even be able to poison me someday. Not that he could ever prove it was me. He just knew.
And yet, despite his suspicions, all he could do was retreat into his usual sulking posture, looming over the unfortunate Neville like some sort of greasy, overgrown bat. Poor Neville looked like he'd aged five years every time Snape shouted an order.
Honestly, if Snape spent half as much time teaching as he did brooding, Potions might actually be enjoyable.
Today was one such day when we had double potions with the Slytherins.
When me and Hermione arrived at Snape's dungeon after lunch, we found the Slytherins waiting outside, each and every one of them wearing a large badge on the front of his or her robes.
they all bore the same message, in luminous red letters that burnt brightly in the dimly lit underground passage:
SUPPORT CEDRIC DIGGORY
THE REAL HOGWARTS CHAMPION
Seeing them I remembered what they were. When pressed with the wand again they change text to a different message saying something like 'POTTER STINKS'.
While the humor was childlike they were surprisingly popular in the original books.
It was pretty easy for me to change the magic that was woven in them , with a thought I used a large scale magic interfaring with the badges and changing the text that was supposed to read 'POTTER STINKS' into 'MALFOY'S A FAILURE'."
Which admitedly was also childish but we were in the 90's and at this point in time even in muggle world only this type of humor was used. And this was the Wizarding world that was even more backwards.
If I used some of the stuff that was common back in my time then they probably wouldn't even understand it.
"Like them, Potter?" said Malfoy loudly as I approached. "And this isn't all they do — look!"
He pressed his badge into his chest, and the message upon it vanished, to be replaced by another one, which glowed green:
MALFOY'S A FAILURE
The text flashed brightly in green, and the Slytherins froze, all of them suddenly eyeing their badges in confusion and horror.
Some of them fumbled with the buttons, desperately trying to press them again to make the words change back, but it was no use. The words stayed.
"I'm impressed to see you've finally become so self-aware, Malfoy," I said, my voice dripping with mock sincerity.
Draco's face turned pale as he quickly glanced around at his housemates, who were equally horrified.
The Gryffindors erupted in laughter, some of them clutching their stomachs, while others pointed at Malfoy, who was now a shade of red I hadn't thought possible for a human face.
His usual smug expression was nowhere to be seen. The badge's new message, "MALFOY'S A FAILURE," burned bright for all to see.
Malfoy's lips trembled as he tried to splutter a response, but no words came.
His face twisted in a mix of anger and embarrassment. He tried to muster some dignity, but it was futile. "You'll regret this, Potter!" he warned, his voice barely a audible.
With one last glare, he stormed off toward the classroom, followed by the rest of his housemates, who were giving him a wide berth.
There silence was almost as deafening as the laughter had been that echoed in the hallway.
Me and the rest of the Gryffindore's followed shortly after catching ours breath from laughing too much.
Snape howered around the front of the room acting like he usually did thoughs eyes did stray towards the batches that some of the Slytherins were still wearing as I had enchanted them to be difficult to remove.
While he gave me a look but other than that didn't question me about anything.
I sat with Hermione in the back waiting for him to start. Which he promptly did "Antidotes!" said Snape, looking around at them all, his cold black eyes glittering unpleasantly.
"You should all have prepared your recipes now. I want you to brew them carefully, and then, we will be selecting someone on whom to test one. . . ."
Snape's eyes met mine, and I knew what was coming. Snape wanted to make him the test subject. Since he was so eager to test them on me it was only right that I first made him test them.
I suppose today would be another day of tripping him into one of the caldrons—or, if I was feeling particularly generous, multiple ones.
And I wasn't really worried about poison anyway with magic changing my body now any harmful substance would simply be digested and neutralized by my body on its own.
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