When Victor returned to the North Tower, the sky was already tinged with dusk. He placed the coin containing the mischievous spirit on the empty table and settled into his office chair.
As the coin clinked against the surface of the table, it emitted a crisp ringing sound.
If one looked closely, they would notice one side of the coin bore the design of a six-pointed star, while the other featured a grotesque skull, exuding an eerie aura.
As the coin spun and tumbled, the sku...
2025-01-15 13:52:55 +0000 UTC
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Harry’s last month at the Dursleys' was exceptionally enjoyable.
He could study magic freely, wield spells to his heart's content, and indulge himself in the thrill of being a true wizard.
This time, even if Jaina jumped up and down mocking him for being nothing more than a borrower of elemental power, Harry could confidently retort, “Laugh all you want! I’m a wizard too!”
Wizardry! Thrilling!
Magic! Fantastic!
Harry also grew accustomed to the wand, a wizar...
2025-01-15 13:11:22 +0000 UTC
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“Rest assured, James, Lily,” Dumbledore said, his expression turning grave. “I will investigate this matter as thoroughly as I can and seek evidence to prove Sirius’s innocence. But you must understand—the real obstacle lies with Sirius himself. He has refused to come forward. If he had spoken up back then, he wouldn’t have stayed silent when he was captured.”
“And it has been many years since. Without solid evidence, even I would find it exceedingly difficult to overtur...
2025-01-15 13:11:11 +0000 UTC
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Ignoring James Potter’s taunts, the grim-faced man—let’s just call him Snape—hurried forward eagerly at the sound of Lily Potter’s call. So eager was he that he failed to notice the garden fence of the Dursley residence and walked straight into it.
Snape frowned at the offending fence in irritation before performing a short-range Apparition—just half a meter—right into the garden.
“... Is it really you?” Snape’s lips moved as though he had countless things to s...
2025-01-14 14:21:45 +0000 UTC
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Harry didn’t head back to the Gryffindor common room immediately. Instead, he made a detour to the abandoned classroom on the fourth floor to check on Fluffy. Only after confirming the three-headed dog was still there did he return, reassured.
Defense Against the Dark Arts class on Wednesday was as tedious as ever. The only "new" development was Professor Quirrell’s newfound habit of nitpicking Gryffindors.
Perhaps it was payback for the snowball ambush during Christmas or the...
2025-01-14 11:24:00 +0000 UTC
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In the blink of an eye, the new school term began as scheduled.
Most students were listless and unmotivated, still lost in the afterglow of the holiday—except for a few academic overachievers like Hermione.
The teachers, on the other hand, were as they usually were, especially Professor Snape, who appeared to be in a far better mood than during the break.
This was evident from the ever-dwindling number of rubies in the Gryffindor hourglass.
But there were exceptions....
2025-01-13 12:56:01 +0000 UTC
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After stepping out of Snape’s office, Victor’s mood remained unaffected by the prophecy they had just discussed—still relaxed and at ease, a stark contrast to the other two who were far more entangled with the prophecy.
After all, it wasn’t his doom being foretold.
The biggest difference between Victor and Snape, though, was that Victor had no idea whose shrill voice had spoken the prophecy.
From Snape and Draco’s reactions, he could guess it was likely the legenda...
2025-01-13 12:53:42 +0000 UTC
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Harry had been about to pack up and leave when he abruptly turned back, a thought surfacing in his mind. During his curious perusal of wizarding books, he had noticed something intriguing—ghosts existed within the wizarding world.
When a wizard passed away, if they harbored an unrelenting obsession or unfulfilled desires, their soul could return to this world in the form of a ghost.
Souls—apart from the elements, they were another domain of expertise for a shaman. Shamans not ...
2025-01-13 12:07:51 +0000 UTC
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Many believe that shamans serve the elemental forces, acting as their subordinates. In truth, their relationship is often one of mutual communication and equality.
Elementals possess their own will—they can experience joy, anger, betrayal, and even hostility toward one another. The role of a shaman is to maintain balance among these forces, preventing their conflicts from becoming so severe that the natural order is disrupted.
It’s a symbiotic process. The presence of a shaman...
2025-01-13 12:06:46 +0000 UTC
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"Also, Professor," Harry turned toward Dumbledore's long beard, "I don't think it's a wise decision to keep the Mirror of Erised here. I'm not convinced that other Hogwarts students have the same level of self-control as Ron to resist the illusory temptation it offers."
Ron, initially uneasy after being caught by Dumbledore, raised his head, his eyes sparkling as he looked at Harry.
"If a young wizard becomes obsessed with the illusions they see and can't—or won't—accept that ...
2025-01-12 11:23:14 +0000 UTC
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Just think about Harry’s requirements for a moment.
First of all, the armor and weapons couldn’t be too large, because Harry was at an age where he was still growing. As a result, the armor was a simplified version: enough to protect his chest, back, arms, and legs, but without gloves or bracers.
In fact, it was basically just a breastplate and greaves—adjustable to Harry's size, thanks to a flexible structure with gaps. This same design, however, lowered its protective capa...
2025-01-12 10:26:04 +0000 UTC
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Even after an in-depth discussion with Gianna, Harry developed a unique divination spell of his own, bringing a sense of structure to the otherwise chaotic art of shamanistic prophecy.
"Oh, centaur divination, you mean?" Hagrid shrugged as they walked through Diagon Alley. "You know, I can’t use magic myself, but even if I could, I’d never make sense of what centaurs say. Honestly, not many wizards can."
"They’re always going on about the stars—too bright, too dim, somethi...
2025-01-12 10:19:00 +0000 UTC
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"I know you're a bit nervous, Harry, but you have to forgive them," Hagrid said, patting Harry's shoulder with what he thought was a light touch. "If it weren't for you defeating You-Know-Who the night you were born, no one knows what the wizarding world would look like now. They're truly grateful to you—really grateful. Like I said, you're a celebrity. I think you're even more famous than the Minister of Magic."
"A baby can't possibly defeat an adult wizard, Hagrid," Harry said calml...
2025-01-12 10:12:38 +0000 UTC
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After finishing the cake, Hagrid took Harry to London.
To be honest, Harry was curious—why, as a member of the magical world, couldn’t Hagrid simply apparate like those wizards who vanished and reappeared effortlessly on the street? Instead, he had to take the subway like an ordinary non-magical person—oh, right, wizards called them Muggles.
When Harry raised this question, Hagrid stammered and struggled to form a coherent response—he clearly wasn’t good at lying.
...
2025-01-12 09:58:11 +0000 UTC
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“Oh! Hello! Hello! I’m sent by Dumbledore—uh, a staff member of Hogwarts and one of Dumbledore’s most trusted people,” the giant stammered as he spoke. However, he seemed much smarter than Harry’s first impression of him. “You must be Harry, right? The last time I saw you, you were just a little thing.”
Indeed, not only was he smarter than Harry expected, but the giant also appeared to have more emotional depth. Barely two sentences in, he already seemed moved to tears.<...
2025-01-12 09:34:09 +0000 UTC
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“Well then,” Dumbledore nodded slightly, “It’s precisely because of that magic that young Harry must live with his blood relatives—you know, many who escaped judgment might seek vengeance, and no one knows what they’re capable of doing.”
“Besides, we have no right to criticize the Dursleys, do we? I hope you won’t interfere in private... especially concerning Petunia,” Dumbledore fixed his gaze on Snape’s face. “We placed a child in their care without asking for ...
2025-01-12 09:22:01 +0000 UTC
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For Harry, life had temporarily settled into a calm rhythm.
He no longer had to endure the irritations caused by too many humans around him or worry about their intentions—after all, to his tribe, "humans" often meant insults, curses, or even drawn swords, usually culminating in bloodshed and death.
That was just how Azeroth was—the war between the Horde and the Alliance never ceased.
Since that day, no one had come to disrupt his life. In fact, after Aunt Petunia candid...
2025-01-12 08:53:17 +0000 UTC
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"Not a mage?"
"Yes, a wizard," Dumbledore chuckled, his eyes twinkling. "Just like the wizards and witches in Muggle fairy tales. I assume you’ve heard some of those stories? Oh, and by the way, Muggle is our term for people who can’t use magic."
"Maybe," Harry muttered noncommittally, glancing down at the envelope in his hands.
[To Mr. Harry Potter,
The Living Room by the Coffee Table,
4 Privet Drive,
Little Whinging,
Surrey.]
The letter ...
2025-01-12 07:26:32 +0000 UTC
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The sudden appearance of people on the street caught Harry's attention, especially the way they materialized silently and without warning.
Most of them seemed shocked as they landed, many pointing directly at him. Harry keenly noticed that their focus was actually on him—or rather, it seemed these people already knew of him and were aware of his existence.
Yet, Harry had no recollection of them at all.
Was it because of his biological parents? Or was there some other reaso...
2025-01-12 07:25:22 +0000 UTC
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“Prophet? Prophet Harry?”
“Please wake up. We need your guidance...”
It was as if he was surfacing from deep underwater. The voices calling to him seemed muffled, as though they were coming through a layer of swelling bubbles—indistinct yet oddly clear enough to pierce his ears. The sound sent a shiver through Harry.
He abruptly opened his eyes, but the next second, Harry doubted whether he was truly awake or still dreaming.
The surface beneath him wasn’t t...
2025-01-12 07:24:35 +0000 UTC
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Dumbledore recalled what Professor McGonagall had once said to him about Harry’s personality resembling Lily's.
“By Merlin’s beard! This child’s first reaction upon seeing Severus was to draw his wand. There’s no doubt—he’s James reborn!”
He stroked his beard thoughtfully. When he looked at Harry again, he noticed that the boy had already aimed his wand at "Severus."
Moments later, Harry’s lips moved silently, and a transformed statue regis...
2025-01-11 18:23:25 +0000 UTC
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The dimly lit Potions office was cloaked in an oppressive atmosphere. Snape's expression was as grim as if he were about to lash out. Surrounded by jars filled with animal innards, he appeared even more intimidating, his tightly clenched jaw amplifying the tension in the room.
The sheer weight of the prophecy’s implications had utterly transformed his demeanor.
“What is this supposed to mean?!”
He asked again, suppressing his emotions, though his voice carried the unde...
2025-01-11 18:21:37 +0000 UTC
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"Mate?"
Ron watched as his brothers disappeared from sight, still goofing around. Turning back, he noticed his best friend looking unusually pensive.
“What’s wrong?” Ron asked, walking over with concern.
“Nothing.” Harry shook his head and handed Ron a letter. “Just feeling a bit sentimental.”
Ron took the letter, skimmed it quickly, then hastily handed it back. “Mate, you’re getting way too invested in this,” Ron said, patting Harr...
2025-01-10 17:54:56 +0000 UTC
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After dinner, Harry led Ron up to the 7th floor.
Standing before the portrait of Barnabas the Barmy being clubbed by trolls, Harry silently focused on needing the Order of the Phoenix’s lounge.
“Hey, the door looks a bit different this time,” Ron suddenly said.
Harry glanced up. This time, the wall revealed a bronze door symbolizing a lounge instead of the silver door of the meeting room or the brass one representing the dueling chamber.
“Let’s go,” Harry s...
2025-01-09 15:42:32 +0000 UTC
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No need to ask—this extravagant gift of advanced potion must have come from none other than the proud and aloof old serpent himself: Professor Severus Snape.
Who else but him could give such a valuable potion as a gift?
“It seems he really was very good friends with my parents,” Harry muttered to himself, carefully examining the bottle of Felix Felicis. The shimmering liquid inside gleamed so enticingly it seemed to captivate one’s very soul.
Inside the box, there wa...
2025-01-08 15:34:03 +0000 UTC
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The Potions classroom, like the Slytherin common room, was located in the dungeons of Hogwarts Castle.
Due to its proximity to the Black Lake, the area was colder and damper than the upper levels of the castle. Adding to the eerie atmosphere, the classroom was sparsely lit with candles, perfectly embodying Muggle fantasies of what a dark wizard's lair might look like.
When Malfoy pushed open the door to the Potions classroom, his eyes were immediately drawn to the shelves filled w...
2025-01-08 15:32:08 +0000 UTC
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Cassandra Malfoy?
Draco recalled the ancestor his father had mentioned just days ago.
Wait, didn’t she disappear?
“Are you really Cassandra?” Draco scribbled in the notebook.
“Yes.” The delicate handwriting reappeared.
“But… why?” Draco wrote, his confusion evident. “Why are you suddenly communicating with me through this notebook? Did you use some sort of dark magic to create it?”
“Magic is full of wonders, isn’t it...
2025-01-07 13:59:33 +0000 UTC
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Harry and Ron hurried out of the Great Hall, eager to find a secluded spot to unwrap the package and test out the broomstick before their first class. However, as they crossed the entrance hall, their way upstairs was blocked by Crabbe and Goyle.
At the front of the group stood Malfoy, glaring at them. His sharp eyes immediately noticed the way Ron was clutching the package and deduced it contained a broomstick.
“You’re in for detention, Potter. First-years aren’t allowed to...
2025-01-07 13:58:28 +0000 UTC
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Predictably, Mr. Dawima would spend the rest of his existence as a Flobberworm in this world.
Harry didn’t think he was being cruel. Compared to what the wanted posters described about the fates of Dawima’s victims, this was already an extraordinarily merciful punishment.
As he passed by, Harry accidentally stepped on the Flobberworm.
***
Back in the Leaky Cauldron’s restroom, Harry waited for the Aging Potion to wear off, then changed back into his regular cloth...
2025-01-06 15:30:32 +0000 UTC
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“Hey! Open that one up too,” Ron suggested excitedly. “It might be a training guide from Professor McGonagall, like The Rise and Fall of Quidditch. Let me borrow it after you're done!”
“Of course!”
Harry shared Ron’s enthusiasm and eagerly reached out to unwrap the package.
What slid out, however, was far from what they expected: a book with a peculiar, writhing cover, as if alive, titled From Bloodlines to Curses.
It was the very book P...
2025-01-06 15:28:47 +0000 UTC
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