HP: Is It Wrong To Be A Sociopath In Magical World? [ Chapter 18 ]

Still, I gave the elf a big smile, which I'll be honest hurt my lips and jaw a bit but he seemed to glad that I was happy so I just said.

"Thank you kindly Nitwin. I'm ever so happy you'll be helping me out. I must be going now, but know that you've helped me out immensely."

He seemed proud as he nodded before hurrying back to an oven that seemed to be cooking about seven different chickens at once.

With that I turned and walked out of the open door which changed to show that of the fruit bowl portrait from before as I made my way back up to head to the library.

After all, with that one problem sorted out, now I want to see if I can find a book on some basic spells on counters to somethings like hexes or jinxes, if I get lost enough maybe I'll stumble on a book on curses as well.

Was it a good thing that I was looking into a lot of what most would be considering a gateway to the Dark Arts? Oh, most certainly, probably not, but do I care?

Not really, I mean I know some type of war is coming even if I have no idea what kind anymore, so I might as well be as prepared as I can be early on.

I care about living a lot damn more than being a nice light wizard.

Of course that doesn't mean I'm actually going to turn to the Dark Arts, I remember enough stuff from the stories to know that it isn't really pleasant on the mental stability and I don't really think I want to go crazy any time soon.

But one can't be prepared if they don't know about what they're most likely to fight against. So I'll read about it and know the best ways to defend myself, if and when the need arises.

Plus, I also need to look into seeing if I can find any book on mind magics at the moment, as I really need to get a head start on practicing whatever I have to for Occlumency.

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It was currently next Thursday and I wasn't exactly the most excited about it, during the last week nothing really of interest had popped up to be honest, classes were the same old mostly boring not taking.

Especially in Transfiguration where everyone was still trying to do the matchstick to needle spell which I've long figured out.

In fact during that class half the time I've spent is either in some other book or trying to change the needle back without the incantations.

Something which is very complex so I'm told but that hasn't stopped me from trying even when McGonagall berated me for not doing anything more productive than trying something that should be impossible until at least six years.

It wasn't that I couldn't figure it out, it's just that I didn't have the fine control for it yet. It's like the wand created a pattern and the words filled that pattern with magic, depending on the pattern and words you get a certain spell.

I can make the pattern with my wand easily but I don't know how to draw out my magic without saying the words.

I feel it but I can't tug on it to fill out the pattern the way I want it to, either it's like a floodgate opens and I can't control it, causing the spell to become a dud, or I can't do anything and I'm left with waving my wand around like an idiot. I know it is, but I just don't have the control to manage it at the moment.

Anyway, all that is besides the point after all, as that doesn't explain why today I'm not the most excited about the lessons planned, it was a flying class.

I'm long past the worst of my fear of heights but it is still present just that I can ignore it wasn't too much effort, but being high in the air just doesn't sound favorably to me to be honest.

Too bad for me it's a forced class this year, though I know what I'm not doing in the following years.

Also lucky for me that there are only four of these classes this year, one for each of the year's terms, it's mostly only there to teach everyone the basics so they can at least know what to do with them rather than be completely inept.

I don't really like the idea of having a thin piece of wood being the only thing holding me in the air though, so the lack of lessons was fine by me.

So after a while I found myself down by the Quidditch field with the rest of the first year Slytherins and also the Gryffindors.

I noted that Blaise was off by a few other of the Slytherins, two girls that I believe have the names, Pansy Parkinson and Millicent Bulstrode, neither of which has yet to approach me, probably out of waiting for Draco to make some move to leave an opening for them to act.

"Well what are you all waiting for! Everybody stands by a broomstick. Come on, hurry up!" Well, that's the teacher for you, the second she shows up it's everyone else's fault for standing around.

Ignoring that, I walked over to a nearby broom and looked down at it. The thing looked like it came from a dead tree forty years ago, something that doesn't really fill me with confidence.

"Stick out your right hand over your broom and say up!" Looking down at it, I said up and watched as it rolled about a little bit, well that's not exactly a good sign, as I watched as some of the twigs at the end bent up and I think one even snapped from the rolling around.

Frowning, I barked out, this time with annoyance at the thing I'm supposed to be using to get more damaged, 'Up', and this time it obeyed and jumped up into my open hand.