Chương 20: Chapter 20
Timeskip: 1-12th August, 1994
The month of August bought with it a renewed sense of urgency in Harry. In barely three weeks, the final of Quidditch world cup was about to start, and he had a feeling the day was going to bring much more excitement than he was anticipating.
Originally he'd been quite satisfied with the speed of his progress. The Body enhancing ritual had completely transformed his dueling ability, and coupled with his recent advances in magic he was sure he could even hold on against Voldemort without getting obliterated in the first few seconds.
Atleast, the Voldemort of his world.
The last month had showed him again and again that this world was quite different from his own. Not just a select few people, but even the whole history of this world was alien to him. Judging the future with his past knowledge would be the height of folly now, something that may just cost him this Magic-given opportunity at new life.
And thus, he was no longer satisfied with where he stood right now. He needed to become stronger, and he needed to do so quickly.
But Harry was nothing if not adaptable.
Using just a fraction of money available to him currently, he purchased a plot of land on Bella's name (legally). The land was then warded heavily by both of them, creating it into something similar to the French dueling stadium, where magic cannot escape outside a specific boundary. In this case, the whole land.
It was further plunged out of view for anyone not accepted in the ward, making it invisible to the unsuspecting (or suspecting, for that matter) eye.
Now, he had a fully functioning Dueling room where he could practice some of the more devastating spells available in his repertoire, which had grown considerably in the last few weeks.
And Harry put all his newfound motivation in further perfecting his dueling style to the very extreme, especially focusing on incorporating all four branches of Transfiguration in his style.
Apart from furthering his dueling prowess, the thing that constantly plagued his mind were the rituals.
The dick enlargement one was completely useless for him, a fact only strengthened by his moan-inducing performance that he personally delivered to that French beauty.
But the one after that was what had been on the forefront of his mind whenever he brainstormed ideas to grow more powerful: Magic sensitivity enhancement.
Considering how ridiculously his physique had improved through the ritual, he imagined the effects on his magical senses will be even more superb, what with them being already excellent for his age.
And once he got that extra boost? Once his magic sensing reached an acceptable level? He could finally start learning the advanced elemental magic.
Another reason he believed this world's Voldemort to be better than his previous one was actually due to the presence of elemental spells.
After giving a complete read to the few books that Lily provided him on the subject, he could confidently conclude that elemental magic had never been a thing in his original world. Sure, he had laid witness to some truly impressive feats of magic that he'd declare as elemental over the years, but these were all performed by Dumbledore and Voldemort.
One of the most memorable one was the firestorm that Dumbledore produced in that cave to burn away the army of inferi.
At that time, he'd simply written it off as Dumbledore doing Dumbledore stuff. The thought that he might ever learn that kind of magic had never seemed anything more attainable than a dream. It was only confirmed when even Hermione denied knowing the spell.
But here, on this world, that was simply common knowledge.
Well, not common exactly, considering Lily did say the books were incredibly rare….but the sheer presence of these books confirmed the one thing that he'd always feared…
Magic on this world was a lot more advanced than back in his own. And if he wanted to match the likes of Dumbledore and Voldemort, he must master it all.
Thus, his renewed thirst for those rituals.
His thoughts also briefly turned to Scrimgeour's offer, but Harry quickly dismissed them after a single talk with Bella.
The woman had been absolutely furious when she heard what exactly their dear old head of Aurors had in store for Harry. That fury had even extended towards the ministry, and according to the latest news that Harry had, Amelia bones was forced to hear quite an earful from her childhood friend.
Still, once he made up his mind over the rituals, all that was left to do was to prepare for them. Having some experience already, Harry wasn't worried about it over much.
His recent foray into Knockturn Alley has led to some sweet rewards, and one of the purchases he made was for a freshly hunted Centaur blood. Luckily for him he hadn't even needed to wait for his order. The particular potions shop had just recently restocked with the blood of the more common magical creatures found in England, and Centaurs had been one of them.
Now, all he needed to do was wait for a good day and just…get it over with quickly.
The only break he got through all these brain numbing tasks that he uptook were the letters he exchanged with one, Fleur Delacour.
And boy was he surprised to realize how much he was enjoying talking to this world's Fleur. The girl was nothing like the prideful, arrogant, bratty girl that he'd remembered Fleur to be, especially before she grew up over the course of Triwizard Cup.
This Fleur was polite and understanding, atleast on paper. And god awful talented as well. The fact that the live phoenix was conjured by Fleur herself had blown away his mind. According to Bella, that was beyond master level work.
The little fiery Phoenix could now usually be found either sleeping in his pocket or perching on his shoulder.
That was all swept in the background however when the day of the ritual soon arrived. While he wasn't very enthused for the current ritual, it was something he needed to get past of as soon as he can.
Then…then the truly good stuff will start….
And Harry simply couldn't wait for it.
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The place he chose for the next ritual was the same one where he performed the previous one, deep in the forest behind Godric's hollow.
Unfortunately, he couldn't use the same magical sphere that he'd made for the physical ritual, what with them needing their own custom designs and symbols.
While it would've been infinitely better if all rituals needed just a single circle, Harry wasn't one to complain.
Indeed, the curses and swears that flew from his mouth as he stabbed into the ground were just his…ahh, general frustration at things really. Nothing to do with how mind-numbingly boring preparing for a single ritual really was.
Thankfully his enhanced strength and stamina enabled him to be done with the physical side of preparations quite quickly, and he was finally ready to start with the magical part of the ritual.
But hey, atleast this time he wouldn't be stumbling like a drunk troll due to a little bleeding.
He'll gladly take the small blessings in life.
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12 August, 1994
Harry glanced down at his shaft in disappointment, a sigh leaving him as the ritual finally came to a close.
It hadn't been as taxing as the previous ritual had been, but neither did it reward Harry with anything substantial.
Well….unless you call a massive eight incher a substantial reward.
His fingers jerked his member a little, to see if it'll start shooting some magical cumshots of death.
It didn't.
"This is the reward of all that hardwork?" He muttered with a sigh, letting it flop down. "A couple inches of meat?"
Well, at least he would now win all dick measuring contests…if anyone actually tries to start one with him, that is.
Harry sighed again. "Maybe I'll find someone who can actually fit it inside her."
Honestly, he shouldn't be feeling so disappointed at having a larger penis. He was sure there were some lords who would kill to have the knowledge of this particular ritual in their grasp.
But it was just…he didn't have a need for it. And it actually felt slightly humiliating, knowing that every girl he satisfies from now on will be more impressed by his penis than by his skills.
It was similar to the disappointment he'd felt at his younger self not being naturally genius, having to use a ritual to match Hermione. It just felt so bloody dishonest.
And while he'll still deal with it if it provides him with any kind of help on his mission, this particular ritual served no such purpose.
Still, there was nothing he could do but live with it now.
While it has been a major waste of time, money, and effort, it did open up a path for something greater now.
Or so he thought.
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13-18 August, 1994
Unfortunately, the useless ritual wasn't quite done with him, Harry found in the next few days.
His penis wasn't the only thing that got a sizable boost, the ritual had also included his testicles, enlarging them into large marbles, increasing his sexual appetite by multiple folds.
So the next few days passed quite uselessly for Harry, as he stayed in his room with Occlumency constantly active to stop himself from outright ravishing Bella.
Things eventually got so bad that he had to seek out some of the local girls for company, and take out his sexual frustrations on them.
A good thing those girls were looking for something exactly like that, or else he might've been facing multiple charges for being a little too…enthusiastic in bed.
But all this time wasted meant that he would've to delay his next ritual's preparation for after the world cup. Honestly? He didn't even know where to start this time. Dementor's cloak was something he'd never heard of or imagined before.
Even if he tried thinking about it logically, it only pointed to the shroud of darkness that all the Demenotors wore. But wasn't that supposed to be intangible? One of the reason that he'd theorized for Dementor's fear of patronus was due to both of them being untouchable, magical entities.
To get a cloak from a Dementor sounded like a tricky quest where the protagonist leads a wild goose chase only to later find the answer staring right at them.
Harry did not plan to be such a protagonist.
Unfortunately he was forced to shelve all of this for later, cause the time of the world cup soon arrived, bringing a massive workload on Bella.
The entire country was going crazy for the day, and while Harry wouldn't count himself as one of them….
It'd be a lie if he said he wasn't excited about it.
Though he'd wager his excitement came from something different than the rest of the populace.
Something that would no doubt horrify a lot of people if they actually knew about it….
Something that no one would ever imagine happening today.
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Jacob
'Today's the day' Jacob smiled, well and truly excited for the day ahead.
The final was finally here, and Jacob was even more excited for the day than he was for his birthday.
It wasn't just the match that got him shaking in eagerness, it was the fact that this day was the biggest magical event in the whole world. Thousands of witches and wizards from all over the world would be in attendance, making his birthday look like a puny after-party in comparison.
Though it was the 'Witches' part that put him through some fierce jitters. The last few days, he hadn't been able to keep himself from fantasizing some stupid scenarios in his mind.
The most popular one included bad guys, specifically death eaters, suddenly attacking the stadium in middle of the match in search of Jake, wanting to finish off The-Boy-Who-Lived once and for all. It ends badly for them however, when Jake whips out his own wand to make short work of them, while obviously also saving the goddess of his dream to earn her undivided affection.
Was it a little childish? Yeah, sure. But it was for his own mind's pleasure, so he let himself indulge in his imagination. It's not like someone's going to know what exactly goes through his mind anyway, so what's the harm?
Unfortunately, his dreams also had quite a few plot holes in them, which made them a bit too unrealistic for him to properly enjoy.
One of them was the fact that there was no way a bunch of bad guys would suddenly attack the stadium. His father had described, quite thoroughly in fact, what exactly would happen to anyone trying to start any funny business today. So Jake was almost disappointingly sure that today was going to be one of the safest days ever.
Even if Grindelwald himself appeared in front of them, he would probably be on the ground, disarmed and captured, before he could even open his mouth to utter a spell.
Another major hole in his dream came from the fact that there was no way he could save the goddess of fire, Fleur Delacour, from anything she couldn't handle herself. From all the research he'd done in her subject, Jake was almost depressed to know that she could most likely whoop Diggory's arse black and blue.
Jacob had been trying his very best of improve himself as much as he could, but Lvl 4 Dueling status seemed as far away from him as ever.
But the biggest killer of his dreams came not from these things, but from one single person who seemed to have made it his life's dream to be better than Jake at everything.
Whenever his mind was imagining himself doing something particularly heroic, his brother would suddenly come and poke his nose in, laughing at him from the side.
While he wasn't capable of talking in Jake's dreams, his eyes said everything that needs saying.
"Seriously, Jacob?" Those bright green eyes would smirk. "These are the things that I can actually do in real life, but you'll just have to be content with this dream I guess."
Once upon a time, Jacob had dreamt of his brother changing for the better. Prayed to Merlin to give him some brain cells to stop trying to attack Jake, and make up with his family.
Merlin had made his dreams come true...only to turn it into utter nightmare.
Harry had changed alright. He didn't try picking fights with him anymore. But where Jake had wanted him to stop doing so by admitting his weakness, he stopped because he simply couldn't bother about Jacob anymore.
Where he wanted Harry to apologize for his mistakes and be civil to his family, he was now taking over their hearts with his charisma and maturity instead, carving a permanent spot for himself that even Jacob couldn't do anything about.
It has gotten so bad that Jacob couldn't even dream properly without feeling ridiculously outmatched!
He still remembered their birthday, when all the close families had gathered for a private party in the night.
Bella had sent a Patronus to call Harry, but his twin had only arrived after over an hour...with a very beautiful French girl hanging on his arm, looking thoroughly satisfied and happy.
Jealousy, unlike anything he'd ever felt, had burnt into Jacob's heart like a wildfire in a dry wheat field. The only solace had been Ron's saucer-like wide eyes that must've surely looked more ridiculous than Jake's face.
It didn't help that his father and Bill Weasley seemed to subtly congratulate him. Neither did it help that all of his mother and Bella's anger was focused on the girl instead of his infuriatingly casual brother!
The only good part came from Mrs. Weasley's scandalized disapproval. A shame that had no effect on his brother whatsoever.
Hell, he could've sworn even Dora and Dorea seemed more excited about his brother's relationship than they'd ever been for his own!
"Filthy traitors, all of em'." Jacob muttered with a sigh, finally done with his daily dose of Harry–Hating.
His bad mood didn't last for long however, disappearing once he finally finished getting ready.
The Potters, Weasleys, and Tonks were supposed to have their own common tent for the day, and while Harry was sure to be there to take away the spotlight, Jacob wasn't one to hold onto bitterness when the mood of celebration and happiness was in the air.
He could even enjoy his brother's company sometimes, especially when he wasn't getting his arse licked by someone.
Who knows? Maybe his fated one was just waiting for him there, and have eyes only for him even with his brother around.
That girl, that girl would be the one true love of his life.
And Jacob might just find her today.
Whatever the case however, this world cup final was sure to be exciting.
Hopefully nothing too bad would happen.
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AN: Chapter 10 is done!
Honestly I'm not very happy with this chapter. Well, with just one part of it really: The timeskip. Really struggled to get that out correctly, though that was more due to how silly the dick ritual was.
Hope you guys enjoyed it atleast. Next up, we'll have the world cup.
Also, the rituals need to be done in a fixed sequence once they are selected. Hopefully no one was confused by him talking about magic enhancement but jumping to the dick growing. Magic enhancement comes after that.
That's all in this chap, see ya in the next!
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P.S: The next chapters will be for Mystique Soldier on 27. The next chapters for Strange Old world will be on 5th march.
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