Chương 5: Discoveries and actions worthy of a Gryffindor
Days and weeks and months passed. I was 1 year old. Mom threw a lonely party with just the two of us. I was grateful that I didn't need to get involved in the annoying wizard society. I ate cake and got tons of children's gifts. I played with them to mom's delight. I also got coloring books and some history books. I appreciated that even though I didn't want this kind of book, but the kind of book from my parents' magic library.
About my birthday... It was in October. That kind of meant I was almost a year older than Mr Potter. It also meant that I would be relatively late in my Hogwarts years. Still, I could speed up my studies when I was there and take my exams to get out of school as soon as possible.
Anyway, I ordered by blowing out the single candle on my cake. Not because of a silly superstition, but because wizards use magic with intent so making birthday wishes was a rational custom for most wizards. So I just wanted something simple and not selfish. I wished the magic of the world would lean towards the light. The magic of light should be more prevalent in this world while I'm here. Other than that my wish still benefited me as I would still use the so-called light magic consistently. Use light spells when out in public and dark spells when you don't want anyone else to see.
Fufufufu.
Of course, that wasn't reason enough to waste a 1-year birthday wish. So why did I ask for this? Why indeed? Simple. Because it was easier to deal with light wizards. Do not fool yourself. They're not weak or anything like that, but they're mostly gullible and naive. They also have a hero complex and don't kill if they can help it. That was an advantage. I wasn't being selfish either, as the more light magic in the world, the healthier it becomes and I liked healthy things. The magic even responded to my desire vibrating through my body as if in thanks. The feeling of having magic pamper my body was indescribable and very welcome.
It was like a mother hugging and cherishing her beloved child. It felt so good and warm that it almost made me addicted. But I didn't intend to use my next wishes like that again. I mean, 1st year, 7th year and 11th year wish are the truly helpful ones for connecting me to magic. For many reasons. The first year is obvious, since it's the wizard's first celebration in his life, the amount of ritual energy here was almost absurd. Compared to a natural event such as eclipses and intermittent shooting stars.
The seventh year was also potent in energy terms because that's when the wizard goes through his first maturity. Usually young wizards suffer from accidental magic from 4 to 6 years old and the occurrences decrease until at seven the energy is fully integrated into the mage's core. This event alone generates enough ritual energy for three natural phenomena. Already 11 years old was an obvious tip. It was the year a wizard connects to a wand. It was the year you went to Hogwarts and the year using magic was less dangerous. Basically the core stabilized, the wand connected to the astral avatar and the individuals' permanence in a magically strong place were enough for 8 natural phenomena. This was basically used by the founders to feed the castle's spirit.
Pure magic already had quite a high degree of consciousness, add to that massive amounts of ritual energy from hundreds of wizards annually? It's no surprise that school is so desired. There had to be a reason the bearded manipulator almost never left the building.
This year, I spoke the first word. Mommy. It was almost the only word I heard over and over again. It would be weird to open my mouth and say, "Give me the milk, woman!", so I went with the cute baby mommy rule. Not that I thought it was a bad idea. I also started to walk unsteadily around the house and sneak into the library to read books. Mom didn't forbid me, surprising my curious self, but she made it clear which books I could get and which ones I couldn't. I think she thought I wanted to play with the books, but what else would she think? It wasn't like she believed I could read it, so I think she just assumed I was curious about them because I'd seen her read it several times before.
Toys were good too. I had never seen wizard toys, but they were good at making them, I think. Carts that move by themselves. Wizard's chess. Yo-yo with infinite string. Enchanted feathers. Ink of all visible colors... The amount of colors and shades was too much for my little head to even begin to count... There were too many children's gadgets to count, but I just played with them a little before putting away and picking up my books. coloring before starting to paint and asking questions about magic to my mother.
I enjoy with her monologues to learn the theory the books cited. It wasn't like I could learn by reading after all. Reading and hearing actual magical experiences were two different things. Other than that, some concepts were quite confusing to my average modern human mind. It was almost impossible to infer anything from some of the sentences in these books. Only the mother's speeches gave me some light. So my understanding of the magic of this universe has improved enormously. As far as I know, spells are created with arithmancy, then delimited and tested. Once ready they are exposed to the validation of the spell itself and casting them becomes simple, to the point where just waving your wand and saying the spoken incantation is necessary. The hardest part here was creating the spell itself, which requires complex calculations to form, as well as theories and other specific requirements. Validation of magic was pretty simple too. The energy vibrates in the created spell and, if the spell passes, it subscribes to the spell itself and then a pulse of energy spreads across the world making the newly created spell unique to the entire world.
Creating spells would be a pain, it seems.
Also that year I started to meditate more deeply. I used my knowledge of guided meditation to try to interact with my magic. It was easy. But quite confusing. Getting into my mindscape was pretty easy as I already had experience with it from my past life practice. My death and rebirth made me quite talented in mind magic so Occlumency and Legilimency came easily to me. I could probe Mom's superficial thoughts almost effortlessly and was working on Occlumency even without a Legilimens trying to rape my brain.
"What did you wish for, dear?" Mom asked when she saw the magic vibrating around me.
"I do not say!" I spoke with a pout. "It won't happen if Mom knows."
"Okay... So let's have some cake. It's very tasty, as mom learned to cook with her mom a long time ago."
"Yay. Cake!" I shouted happily. In fact, I was more childish than I expected, but it wasn't a bad thing, in my opinion.
Anyway, about my advances in magic... there were some, as I'm something of a genius. But what was unusual was that I didn't have a source of magic. No. Nothing so simple.
I had TWO different sources of magic, one orbiting the other. One was pale gray and the other was eerily black with some greenish highlights. It was a deep black darkness with a sinister yet alluring feel. I didn't feel threatened by the magic orb in my mindscape. It was actually quite interesting and attractive. I could almost "see" the core vibrating and welcoming me...
With that in mind, in my Occlumency training sessions I realized that there was a kind of virtual form of mine and that these energy sources came from the heart of this virtual avatar. Hmm... how interesting. It was like an astral self. An astral form? If I'm not wrong, ordinary humans don't have an astral form capable of interacting with the physical world. This means that Muggles differ from wizards only in that. One has astral forms and the other does not. Better to say that one can access their astral forms while the other cannot. I've noticed this avatar before but I haven't given it much attention until now.
My astral form was a faithful copy of my current physical body, although the appearance is less spectral than it should appear. It was more consolidated. Perhaps being an adult soul compressed into a baby form has made my form more condensed and increased its quality. Anyway, it was a fluffy spectral baby with an innocent appearance and two cores in the space that divided the pectoral chest. They were separated, however. One core was pale gray, almost silver in essence. The other was dark green almost completely black, like an abyss. They orbited each other.
But I do not like.
The two energy sources were mutually exclusive. I could feel it. It was as if there was some kind of opposing gravitational repulsion force that repelled them from each other. That was quite…unpleasant. Why were they getting closer and closer to each other. Even under repulsion. Hell, I didn't need to be a genius to know this situation was going to turn out badly for me. The sense of urgency was allusive. The first thing I considered was moving one of the nuclei out of space or manually pushing them away from each other every period of time. The second option was not viable because the tension would increase with each attempt to move the two orbs apart so I only had the first option.
I started to move the pale gray orb into the space between the eyebrows of the spectral figure that represented me. It kind of gave me a lot of tips. The Harry Potter books didn't talk about the energy source of wizards, but many fanfics theorized the existence of a magical core. This magic core has never been proven and many says that it was located in the lower or middle dantian (3 inches above the groin or in the space that separates the chest).
I was basically moving one of my cores that are in the middle dantian to my upper dantian (between the eyebrows). It was also the area that MCs in cultivation novels associate with spiritual energy. Interestingly, I didn't care about that at all. I just increased more and more my efforts to dispel the two origins. I didn't try to change the location of the dark green core for a reason. That's because I had the feeling I couldn't touch the dark green core. In fact, it was wiser to say that the dark orb had an affinity with the average dantian. It was like it was his place. Maybe it's an energy source from the bloodline? Either way, leaving the energy orbs separate was the solution.
The difficulty of moving my pale gray core away from the space I called medium dantian was relatively difficult. But it seemed to be working. There was no pain or anything, just a kind of discomfort. My astral body tingled as the two nuclei came to exist outside each other's orbits. After that it was relatively easier to move him.
A stupid person would try to fuse the two into a new energy source, but I'm not a stupid MC. Magic didn't attract so best not to force it. If you think about it, magic was sentient. The obscurus is there to keep me from lying. My intuition kind of told me the best method to keep both energies satisfied and was to put them in their individual spaces. Imagine if I merged the two cores. One with sentient magic and the other with demonic energy. I would have the most devastating version of obscurus in the universe. Forget Credence, or Aurélio, as he was called by Grindelwald, I would be the most demonic thing in existence.
Something I don't want at all.
In fact, saying that magic excluded itself wasn't right. See, I could channel energy from both cores simultaneously and merge the two energies before casting spells. I tested this when I launched a Lumus before starting to meditate to track down the energy source. So the magic of both cores was viable and not destroyed. In fact, mixing dark core energy with light core energy had an amplifying effect. Casting the Lumus spells with only clear energy was more tense for my mind, but the merging of the energies almost made the use of intention irrelevant.
In any case, the existence of an astral body explains why it is not possible to tell in which part of the body mages hold magic. It was because we didn't store magic in the physical body in the first place, but in the astral body. Hardly anyone would be able to interact with the astral body normally, but I am reincarnated. Death basically made me very close to my soul. I could tell that changing one of my cores would make my magic different, but I had two cores and that was different enough.
When the orb of magic finally settled on my upper dantian, my body, consciousness, and soul collapsed. I could see my astral body slowly torn apart and I started to panic. The corners of my eyes darkened and I soon fell into unconsciousness.
Looks like I made a mistake?!
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