Arch Mage, the Path of Magic Chapter 6 (Patreon)

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Chapter 6 – Expanding Knowledge

“I’m a little confused, sir.” Harry blinked at Dumbledore as he sat across from the Headmaster in the man’s office. Standing beside the old man in her position as Deputy Headmistress was McGonagall. While standing next to Harry in his role as Head of House was Flitwick.

Harry could easily admit that he rather liked Dumbledore’s office. Books lined the walls, there were dozens of fascinating Magical Instruments moving and occasionally letting out small puffs of smoke. There were moving portraits of former Headmasters and Headmistresses of the school on the wall behind Dumbledore’s desk. One of the most interesting things Harry almost couldn’t take his eyes off of was the Phoenix sitting on a perch near the desk. The Magical Bird had let out a happy trill when Harry looked at it and he couldn’t help but smile at the beautiful sounds the Phoenix made. The last time he’d been here was after the Snape incident and he hadn’t the time or the mindset to really take in the room back then.

“This is an unusual situation we find ourselves in, Mr. Potter.” Dumbledore agreed with a grandfatherly smile. “I dare say that Hogwarts hasn’t had such a prodigious student within its walls before. As educators we always seek to help our students excel and grow in their studies, but we find that you may have already moved past the Hogwarts curriculum.”

“In some things, perhaps.” Harry acknowledged with a small shrug. “Is that why you said you had some options regarding my classes?”

“Yes,” Dumbledore nodded to the First Year. “You can do self-study in any class if the Professor gives their approval. Or we could advance you into Second Year classes if you’d prefer; just to see if they are a better fit. If you showed the proper aptitude, we could potentially start letting you attend electives this year instead of in your Third Year.” He laid out various options for Harry to choose.

“I think self-study would be fine, for now.” Harry spoke after several moments of thought. “I’m already looking into Runes and Script-based Magics in my spare time. I make spells in my own way, so Arithmancy seems unnecessary. Divination is easy enough, if you’re not trying to look into the future specifically. I learned both Scrying and Forecasting when I was ten.” He informed the Professors as he went over the electives.

“I see,” Dumbledore looked pensive for a moment. “You appear to have thought out your options rather quickly. If self-study is what you’d prefer then all you’ll need is to get permission from the Professor of the subject.”

“Yes sir,” Harry nodded to the old man. “I’m hoping to get into the Under 17 Dueling Circuit this summer. So some extra time to self-study on Dueling would be very helpful alongside my other forays into various spells and Branches of Magic.”

“Quite the Scholar, aren’t you, Mr. Potter?” Flitwick chuckled from beside him and Harry smiled at his Head of House.

“Since both of you are already here, I’d like to request permission to self-study during Transfiguration and Charms, if possible.” Harry looked at Flitwick and then McGonagall.

“You have my permission, Mr. Potter.” Flitwick agreed immediately to the prodigious Ravenclaw.

“Very well, Mr. Potter, but any disrupting of my class will not be tolerated.” McGonagall agreed with a warning.

“Yes, ma’am.” Harry nodded in acknowledgment to the Transfiguration Professor.

“I believe that was everything we needed to discuss this morning, please enjoy the rest of your weekend, Mr. Potter.” Dumbledore dismissed Harry. Flitwick guided him out of the Headmaster’s office a moment later.

“I’m almost certain that the Under 17 Dueling Circuit is going to be thrown on its head this summer.” McGonagall mentioned after Harry and Flitwick had left.

“That seems very likely.” Dumbledore chuckled lightly as he reached for a small dish filled with candies. “Lemon Drop, Minerva?”

“No, thank you.” McGonagall denied for the umpteenth time since Dumbledore had found a love for the candies.

-Hogwarts ~ Astronomy Tower-

Harry floated in the air above the platform of the Astronomy Tower where classes took place. He was musing over his ideas and plans for self-flight and a few other ideas for the so-called impossible spells he’d looked through with Hermione. His Float spell kept him aloft until he cancelled it and he was hoping that by using it whenever he could, that he may be struck with inspiration for a true Flight spell. A Warming Charm kept the bite of the chilly Scottish November from touching him as he floated in the air, thinking.

“Mr. Potter?” Professor Sinistra called out to the floating student. “May I ask why you’re up here?”

“Certainly, Professor.” Harry opened his eyes and grinned at the lovely Professor.

“Cheeky,” Sinistra shook her head, her pointed hat moving slightly from the motion. “Is this about doing self-study during your Astronomy classes?”

“Partly,” Harry admitted as he moved into a standing position. He didn’t remove his Float spell, so now he was standing in the air across from his Professor. “The other reason is because it’s quiet and I can think without interruption.”

“I’ll allow the self-study, but I do ask that you not disrupt the rest of your class.” Sinistra gave him permission and Harry cancelled his spell and landed on the stone floor.

“Thank you, Professor.” Harry gave her a short bow of appreciation. “I’ll still learn the interesting aspects of the course, and I promise to keep quiet during classes.”

“That’s fine then, Mr. Potter.” Sinistra smiled at the First Year. “Be on your way now, dinner will be shortly and I still need to set up for the Sixth Year class tonight.”

“Have a good evening Professor.” Harry bid her as he headed inside and down the Astronomy Tower.

It was only a short time later, on his way down to the Great Hall for dinner, that Harry was accosted by the resident Poltergeist of Hogwarts, Peeves. The annoying spirit, dressed in orange and with hair and eyes black as pitch giggled as he appeared before the First Year. With a sigh, Harry prepared for whatever Peeves would be up to this time.

“Oh me, oh my, if it isn’t Harry Potter himself!” Peeves chortled as he hovered around Harry.

“Is there something you want, Peeves?” Harry looked the Poltergeist in the eye. “I’m on my way to dinner.”

“Oh, you know old Peevesie just likes a bit of fun every now and then.” Peeves grinned at the boy. “The castle would be so boring without Peeves around, you know?”

“That’s debatable,” Harry replied and Peeves looked affronted for a moment before he burst into cackles. “If you could kindly move aside, then I’ll be on my way.”

“But that’s no fun, no fun at all!” Peeves denied with a snickering laugh.

“Well, if you want to be a hindrance,” Harry snapped his fingers and a Barrier appeared around the Poltergeist in the shape of a cube. “I’ve always been interested in trying my spells out on non-corporeal beings.”

“What’s this?” Peeves tapped the Barrier spell a few times with his right index finger. “Reminds me of when old Caretaker Carpe tried to trap me way back when!” He laughed at the memory of long ago. It had been a good time for the Poltergeist.

“Can you get out?” Harry questioned, genuinely curious.

“Of course!” Peeves pushed against the Barrier and slowly phased through the spell until he was free. “Easy-peasy, Potter!” He laughed at the boy. His laughter was abruptly cut off as two more Barrier spells encased him, one surrounding him and the second surrounding the first.

“Try it again.” Harry instructed the Poltergeist with interest in his eyes. “Adding another layer should make it more difficult.”

“Peeves is no rat to test things on!” Peeves ranted as he shoved against the first Barrier spell and stopped on the second. With visible effort the Poltergeist phased through the second one as well. “You’re going to get it now, Potty!” Three layers of Barrier cubes surrounding him made the spirit nearly snarl.

“Try again; I want to see how many layers it takes to stop you completely.” Harry was in full experimentation mode and Peeves was realizing that this First Year brat may not be worth antagonizing.

“Annoying ickle Firstie aren’t you?!” Peeves slipped free of all three Barrier spells after a moment and flew off down the corridor before disappearing around the corner.

“Hmm, my Barrier spell seems incapable of stopping incorporeal beings.” Harry began to quietly mutter to himself as he continued on his way to dinner. “Is that because they are not fully of this plane of existence? Perhaps because they’re incorporeal, they don’t follow the same fundamental rules, Magical or otherwise, as the rest of the world? My Barrier spell blocks all Magic and yet Peeves can slip through it regardless of being practically made of Magic. How curious…” He continued to ponder all the way down to the Great Hall.

-Hogwarts ~ Courtyard-

“Harry, what are you doing?” Hermione questioned her friend curiously in the mid-November afternoon.

“Playing with Magic.” Harry answered with a grin as snow and mist swirled around him.

“I guessed that, but thought you might be doing something more important.” Hermione shook her head at him, her long, bushy hair shaking from the motion.

“Catch,” Harry formed a snowball and sent it towards Hermione with a grin.

“Harry…” Hermione did indeed catch the snowball, though it broke apart in her gloved hands. “We could be studying right now.” She mentioned to the boy. “It’s much warmer in the library.”

“You should give yourself a break more often, Hermione.” Harry smiled at her as the snow and mist continued to dance around under his Magic. “Relaxing and just playing with your Magic can lead to all sorts of ideas.”

“How’s that?” Hermione cocked her head to the side slightly.

“Like this,” Harry formed a ball of mist and sent it at her. The mist ball burst apart when Hermione attempted to block it and for a few seconds the brunette Witch was obscured in a cloud of mist. “See?”

“Harry,” Hermione didn’t look amused, until she pulled out her wand, and with a few loops and swishes sent a barrage of eight snowballs back at Harry with a giggle.

“That’s the spirit, Hermione!” Harry stopped all of the snowballs in mid-air and then merged them into one. “Here comes a big one!” The large snowball was tossed at Hermione, but she pointed her wand at it and it burst apart back into snowflakes.

The two friends played in the snow together for almost an hour. Warming Charms were truly a blessing. They had a grand old time and were still laughing and giggling when they went inside afterwards. Hermione realized that Harry was right, at least a bit, when it came to relaxing. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d played in the snow and just acted like a child. The smile on her face wouldn’t fade for the rest of the day.

-End of November-

“Good morning, Hedwig.” Harry greeted his snowy owl with a smile.

“Prek.” Hedwig held out her leg and the letter that was attached. Once Harry removed it, the pretty owl hurriedly stole some bacon from his plate and flew off towards the Owlery to rest.

“Hmm,” Harry read over the letter after doing the standard checks with his own Identification Spell. All of the multiple Charms usually used to check if a letter or package was safe, condensed into a single spell. Harry once again distained the idea of learning a dozen different spells when a single well0made spell would get the same results. “Brilliant! Sirius has gotten me signed up for the Under 17 Dueling Circuit this summer.”

“I still say you don’t need to rush to try and get a Title, Harry.” Hermione shook her head fondly at him. “Who was it that told me just a while back that relaxation is important?”

“Who was the one that was already relaxing when you tried to pull him into the castle to study more?” Harry shot back with a smug grin.

“Prat,” Hermione playfully slapped his arm before going back to her breakfast.

Harry continued reading his letter from Sirius. It would seem that Remus had been pulled into their Christmas celebrations again this year. Honestly, the werewolf should just accept that Sirius wouldn’t let him spend the holidays alone. While Harry had met Remus Lupin on multiple occasions while growing up, the man always seemed tired and worn. He knew Lycanthropy was nothing to scoff at with the strain it could put on those infected by it. But Harry always got the impression that Remus had given up a long time ago. As if life had just been too difficult and the man didn’t think it could get better.

Thanks to Sirius, Remus had steady employment as the Bookkeeper for House Black. While the man was grateful, Harry always noticed that Remus seemed to age a bit more each time he saw the man. Wizards and Witches lived a bit longer than Non-Magical people did, as their Magic naturally tried to correct certain problems throughout their lives. Harry suspected a combination of Remus’ Lycanthropy infection and his already defeated mentality had led to this early aging.

“Still, it’ll be nice to see him again.” Harry quietly mused of the old friend of his family. He was interested in the postscript at the end of the letter too. Sirius had been in talks with the Wizarding Examinations Authority to see about Harry taking the Mastery Exams. Since he was so young and had not even completed a year of his Hogwarts education, the parchment work was being slowed as the members of the Board tried to get more information from Sirius. “So much red tape to go through.” Harry sighed as he folded the letter away.

Halfway through the meal, Harry and Hermione heard the startled exclamations of several students in the Great Hall. With a sigh, Harry reached out with his Magic and caught the small owl that was barreling towards him.

“Preee!” The small owl let out a short screech as Harry righted it and set it atop the table.

“I swear she chooses the most hyper-active owl she can find every time.” Harry sighed fondly as he relieved the small owl of its letter and sent it on its way.

“Tonks?” Hermione asked rhetorically. This wouldn’t be the first letter that Harry’s surrogate big sister had sent. But according to their chats, while the two had grown up together as siblings, Hermione knew that their blood relation was practically nil. The last Potter and Black marriage had been from a deceased distant relative of Harry’s called Charlus Potter.

“Tonks,” Harry confirmed as he looked at the letter with a smile. It was the usual things that she sent. Asking how Hogwarts was going, if he’d made any friends since he was such a nerd, how he’d been doing personally, etc. The bubbly Auror Cadet was always asking after him. She occasionally asked him what manner of spell idea was in his head too. When she did, there was always an added note to ‘Keep it simple!’ that made Harry chuckle. “Still not getting anything from me, Tonksie.” He chuckled as he read the postscript asking him to teach her some more about Wandless Magic and the ‘Real’ Stuff as she called it.

“You won’t even show me.” Hermione gave him a look and Harry only smiled pleasantly at her in return.

“You’re not ready yet, Hermione.” Harry stated with the same smile.

“When will I be ready?” Hermione asked for probably the tenth time since she’d first asked Harry about Wandless Magic.

“You’ll know when you’re ready, because then you’ll ask the right question.” Harry chuckled at her unamused expression.

“What’s the ‘right’ question then?” Hermione once more started the conversation they’d already had before.

“If I told you, then you wouldn’t be ready.” Harry shook his head slightly. “You’ll get there, Hermione, I’m sure of it. Just don’t lose your wonder and curiosity when it comes to Magic.”

“You’re way too young to try playing the ‘wise old master’ role, Harry.” Hermione pouted slightly as she returned to her breakfast.

“Am I too young now?” Harry asked and Hermione nearly snorted out her drink as she looked and saw Harry with white hair and a long, white beard that matched Dumbledore’s. The fact that he was running his fingers through the conjured facial hair only made it funnier. All of the Ravenclaws sitting nearby broke out into laughter and giggles just like Hermione.

-First week of December-

“I’ll be returning home for the holidays, Professor.” Harry answered McGonagall as the Deputy Headmistress went around taking down names of students that would be staying over the break and the ones that would be leaving.

“I’m going back home too, Professor McGonagall.” Hermione informed when the Transfiguration Professor looked at her next.

“We’ll see you both when you return in January.” McGonagall nodded to both students as she continued down the Ravenclaw table to ask the next students.

Hermione and Harry split up for a bit during their free period. Hermione went to complete one of her homework assignments in the Library, while Harry found an out of the way old classroom to practice his spells. This particular classroom was on the third floor and had a set of windows on one side that faced out towards the Black Lake.

“Let’s try this again,” Harry exhaled slowly as he began to construct a spell. “Principle Movement, Aspect Air, refined to Flight.” Harry constructed the spell and added in the parameters as he went. This would be well into the sixty or seventieth attempt at creating a true Flight spell. “Principle Identity, Aspect Animal, refined to Human. Principle Control…Aspect is Self.”

The boy’s black Hogwarts Robes seemed to move in an unfelt breeze as he applied the spell. As he focused, Harry felt his body start to rise slowly. His feet went from flat on the ground, to slightly raised, to standing on his tiptoes, and then his feet left the ground entirely. He continued to rise slowly as he concentrated on the spell and how his Magic was moving both through him and around him. It was as he cleared about the one meter height that the spell once again faltered and he landed on the floor, bending his knees to absorb the impact.

“The same result again,” Harry grimaced as he went over every aspect of the test in his head. He’d had Movement through the Air via Flight set. He’d even added a designated target through Identity, Animal, and Human. Adding in the Control and Self should’ve seen him able to control his flight through the air. “Nature of the object being be-spelled is important to an extent, but this is becoming vexing at this point.” The Spellcrafter sighed as he looked out the windows, and tried to think of what he was doing wrong.

Harry wasn’t entirely sure how long he sat there by the windows, looking out into the sky and even watching some birds fly by occasionally. He smiled slightly as he watched one land close to the window near where he was sitting. The bird ruffled its feathers and poked around the stone work a bit. After a few moments of rest, the bird spread its wings and took off again after a few flaps and a jump.

“Must be nice to be able to fly by nature.” Harry grinned before he thought about what he’d just seen. The bird didn’t will itself to move through the air. It used its wings, jumped, and then caught air currents as it flew, flapping only to maintain or increase momentum or to fly higher. “Wait…that’s wrong,” He mused as he thought on his previous statement. Birds weren’t born knowing how to fly. They learned from their parents and instinct. A baby bird would fall to the ground just like anything else. It was only after learning to fly that they could soar against gravity’s universal pull. “It’s not just its nature; it’s the result of learning and practice. The various mechanics and parts all come together to let the bird fly.”

Harry stood from the chair by the window and moved back towards the center of the room. He relaxed and exhaled slowly again, getting his breathing under control while sharpening his focus. “Principle Mass…Aspect Density, refined to Weight. Principle Identity, Aspect Animal, refined to Human.” Harry went through the steps he’d used to make his Float spell work. Then he started adding more to it. “Principle Movement, Aspect Air, refined to Air Travel. Principle Control, Aspect Self, refined to Body. Principle Space…Aspect Area, refined to Body Area.” Harry worked the different parts of the spell together, recalling everything the bird used to achieve flight.

Once again, Harry felt as his feet began to leave the ground. He focused on the spell, using all parts to focus on the intent he had. He floated up, ten centimeters, twenty, thirty, fifty, a meter, a meter and a half. He took hold of the spell and leaned forward, using his body as the medium of control. He grinned brightly as he moved forward under his own power. It was slow, but that was good for now, he was inside after all. He slowly circled the empty room while trying out different motions of his body, arms, and legs to see how the spell reacted. Some made him move faster, others slowed him down, he could turn in an arc, and when he wanted to hover he simply stood in the air by focusing on the Float spell that had become the basis of this new Flight spell.

“Impossible my foot!” Harry laughed as he floated in the air near the ceiling of the room. He slowly lowered himself to the floor and let the spell fade. He sagged slightly and took a deep breath. That had taken quite a bit of effort and Magic to pull off. He’d need to work on the spell or just practice with it enough that it didn’t drain him so much. With enough time, he’d be able to fly whenever he wanted, and fly farther and faster too. He was determined to make flight a spell that he could use at a whim!

‘Not like I haven’t succeeded in that before.’ Harry thought to himself as he left the room and headed for his next class to meet up with Hermione. It was true; his Occlumency was as autonomous nowadays as his heartbeat or breathing. He didn’t have to think about it anymore for his mind to be protected. His Magic just did it now after so long of being set to the task.

“Nym still has to focus to activate her Occlumency. I should remember to point that out over the holidays.” Harry snickered before he entered the corridor leading to his next class.

He’d definitely be showing off his new Flight spell too. Once he had it up to what he considered passable application, then he’d present it as part of his Charms Mastery exam. It would almost assuredly grant him the Mastery when he proved it was his own Magic and no Enchanted Object that was letting him fly. That was, of course, if Sirius could get the Wizarding Examinations Authority to let him take the Mastery Exams this summer. Stuffy, old Witches and Wizards that didn’t seek to expand Magical Knowledge shouldn’t be put in charge of judging it, in Harry’s opinion.

“Harry,” Hermione smiled at him as soon as she spotted him.

“Hermione,” Harry grinned back with a noticeable spring in his step. “Ready for Defense Against the Dark Arts?”

“Yes, but what’s got you in such a good mood, Harry?” Hermione questioned as they walked into the classroom together. The overpowering stench of garlic that Professor Quirrel kept all around the classroom assaulted their noses, making both exhale sharply to try and clear the smell.

“I just worked out something I’ve been trying at for a while.” Harry explained as they took their seats beside each other. “I’ll tell you about it after class. I’m sure you’ll be surprised.”

“Knowing you, Harry, I probably will be.” Hermione gave him an amused grin and Harry, maturely, stuck his tongue out at her.

Listening to Quirrel stutter through another lesson was boring and Harry already had permission to self-study, so he pulled out a much more advanced tome and began to read through it. He noted the slight pout on Hermione’s face, but didn’t say anything. He would at least study the same material as the class, just far more advanced levels of the subject. Ignoring the turban-wearing professor’s stuttering, Harry began to read from his book. He was getting to a part about terrain Transfiguration in relation to combat and defense and he was rather interested.

-Hogwarts ~ Forbidden Forest Edge-

Harry looked into the darkened forest with some curiosity. He knew why the forest was forbidden, many dangerous creatures lurked within the place, but he’d found himself looking towards the trees over the last several days. He couldn’t explain why, but it was as if something was pulling his attention to the place.

‘What am I even doing here?’ Harry shook his head as he prepared to head back to the castle. He was invisible and silent thanks to his Magic, so no one would notice him coming back into the castle when he should’ve already been there. Hagrid’s Hut was rather far away, the light of the window facing his direction looked more like a candle from this distance.

Just as he turned his back on the forest, a noise was heard. Harry stopped still and listened for the noise again. He looked upwards into the dark sky and noted that it was indeed a New Moon. He didn’t have to worry about any feral werewolves with the moon in the opposite phase from Full. He looked around; trying to spot what had made the noise from earlier. It was only thanks to his Magic that he could see on this pitch-black night. Had he been visible, his eyes would be slightly glowing with a Night Vision spell of his own creation.

“Haaaa,” This noise was new and shortly followed by the same noise as before. Harry realized the first sound had been cloth dragging over the forest floor, scattering leaves and snow around. The new noise was from the cloaked figure that was moving out of the trees several meters away from him. He couldn’t make out any distinguishing features of the person because of the cloak. He knew it had to be a Witch or Wizard simply because no Non-Magical person could’ve made it through the Forbidden Forest, and even if they had, they’d certainly not be able to actually get near Hogwarts like this.

When Harry saw the cloaked figure start heading toward the castle he knew he had two options. The first was to try and rush back to the castle, explain why he was out on the ground mere minutes before curfew, and then tell Dumbledore what he saw. That would take more time than they had if this cloaked person was hostile. They’d be well inside the castle by the time he got done explaining. The second option, and the dumber one in Harry’s opinion, was to confront the person himself. Considering he didn’t know who this person was or their intentions, that wasn’t smart.

‘Option three then, scare them off without them noticing me.’ Harry thought as he used Float to kick lightly off the ground and send himself almost nine meters in the air before his momentum stalled. With the cloaked figure in sight, Harry weaved his Magic into the air around him and directed it to assail the person from the direction of the castle.

“Agh!” The cloaked person gasped as a frigid gale blew past them and made their black cloak billow. They grabbed their hood to keep it from flying off and shivered even through their Warming Charm at the biting cold.

‘A little noise and light perhaps?’ Harry mused as he reached out as far as he could with his Magic and formed a small flame, not unlike one that would reside in a lantern. Using a simple trick, applying small amounts of force with Magic, Harry had the snow beneath the flame crunching heavily. Trying to time the ‘steps’ to make it sound like a slow gait was difficult more so than the actual Magic.

“Bloody hell, the oaf!” The cloaked man, based on the voice, hissed out in fury. Their apparent anger made them none too quiet as they quickly darted back into the Forbidden Forest.

Harry was able to briefly follow the cloaked man’s progress through the trees thanks to his Night Vision spell. He kept up the fake walking and the fire until his distraction reached the area where the cloaked figure had been. He couldn’t see the man through the trees anymore and hoped that they’d not try again tonight.

‘Maybe I can bring it to Hagrid’s attention that someone was here without giving myself away.’ Harry got an idea and used his pair of distraction spells to ‘walk’ all the way back to Hagrid’s Hut. He was alternating between Float and Flight the whole way, but that prevented him from leaving footprints of his own in the snow. He knew he’d succeeded and cancelled both of his spells when he heard Hagrid’s front door open and close. From his position in the air, Harry watched as the lantern that Hagrid had in-hand illuminated the ‘footprints’ he’d left tracked through the snow.

“Is som’one out here?” Hagrid called out into the dark, looking this way and that. Harry noted the large man had an equally large crossbow in hand. Hagrid started following the tracks and Harry watched over him until he found the cloak lines and the disturbed branches leading into the Forbidden Forest.

He flew back to the castle and entered a window he’d purposefully unlocked before he’d left to check out the odd feeling he’d been having about the Forbidden Forest. It was in an unused classroom just down a corridor from the Ravenclaw Tower. He’d be back inside before curfew officially started if he hurried.

“Harry?” Hermione spoke up as Harry walked into the Common Room right as curfew struck. “Where have you been? I thought you said you were just going to take a quick walk to stretch your legs?”

“Sorry Hermione; Peeves.” Harry replied and the bushy-haired girl didn’t ask any further questions. Almost every student knew how much of a pest Peeves was after all. If you became his target then you’d most certainly be late to wherever you were going.

‘Let’s hope the Faculty becomes aware that someone tried to sneak onto the grounds from the forest.’ Harry thought as he sat next to Hermione on the couch near the fireplace. He pulled a book over to himself with a Wandless Summoning Charm and began to read.

-End Chapter-

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Well now…it seems someone is skulking about at night in the Forbidden Forest.

One guess who it is.

Harry brings the trespass to Hagrid’s attention sneakily and hides his involvement. He’s not trying to play Hero or get in trouble if he can help it.

Our young Spellcrafter finally figured out Flight though! Woohoo!

It takes a lot of Magic at the moment, but Harry will practice with it often to overcome that issue! He also has something ‘impossible’ to show off to the Wizarding Examinations Authority for his Charms Mastery in the summer, provided the stuffy bunch even let him take the Exams.

On top of that, Harry is officially registered for the Under 17 Dueling Circuit! Time for the Spellcrafter to whoop some behinds!

How will the rest of First Year go?

Keep reading to find out!

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