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Harry Potter and the new world
Chapter 4
The lessons were brutal. Merlin had a strict schedule for Harry to follow. Breakfast, followed by 4 hours of arithmancy, then 2 hours of ancient runes, lunch, 2 more hours of ancient runes, followed by 2 hours of dimensional magic theory, and ending with magical games to attune himself to his new power level.
By the end of the first day of studies, Harry was ready to fall dead from mental exhaustion. He thought, briefly, that he might just skive the rest of the lessons. When he went to bed that night, however he remembered what awaited him outside of this room. Deciding that he couldn't face those people, he tried to prepare for the next morning's arithmancy lesson by reviewing that day's.
He found that it was easier to do than he thought it would be. His mind seemed to be sharper than it was during his old classes at Hogwarts. He would have to ask Merlin about that when he woke up. He reviewed all of his lessons from the day over the next hour or so, then drifted off to sleep.
Hermione was thinking about the row that Ron had with Harry, and the following one with her. She understood Ron's grief and his need to find an outside focus for his anger about his family's distress, but why Harry? He had no way of knowing about Ginny's death until after he killed Voldemort. And he couldn't have stopped Fred from fighting if he tried. What caused Ron to blame his best mate for this?
The answer hit her like a bludgeoning hex.
In 4th year, Ron turned his back on Harry because of jealousy. Their friendship had never been the same since. Oh sure they reconciled, but that seed was sown and it grew before the trio could stop it. Ron had done quite a good job of repressing it but it was always there.
That is also why he left her and Harry during the horcrux hunt. Jealousy, mixed with the misery that had enveloped them all, and the worry of his family , and finally the locket. She normally wouldn't even include the jealousy bit except she remembered that last bit. I get it, he said. You choose him.
Even though he tried to hide it, Ron was jealous of Harry.
'Why would it matter if she chose Harry anyway' she thought, 'that would have to go both ways'.
She knew the feelings for Harry since third year were love. She sort of knew it then. But she also knew that they were unrequited. Harry saw her as his best friend. Closer, even, than Ron, but that was all. She knew this, and accepted it, so she decided to try her hand with Ron. And it wasn't working out. He just wasn't Harry.
Ron was at the burrow thinking about what happened that afternoon. He was so mad and Harry had to take the fall for it. Hermione was right. Oi, after seven years that was starting to get old. He should find Harry and apologize. having to do that was getting old, too.
'what the bloody hell is wrong with me', he thought.
He knew Harry wasn't the problem. Harry loved Ginny., and Fred was like an older brother to him. Why would he blame Harry for something like this?
'That settles it' he decided, ' first thing tomorrow, I'll owl him and invite him to the burrow so I can apologize once an for all.'
The next morning, after breakfast, Harry approached his new teacher.
"Sir, before we start today's lessons, may I ask you something?" he asked
Merlin looked at him patiently and stated "I believe, Harry, that you just did." he smiled to show his teasing nature. "However, I do not believe that it was the question you had in mind."
Harry gave a small smile. "No, sir. I was wondering, while I was going through the lessons from yesterday in my mind last night, I noticed that it was easier than in my classes at Hogwarts, though what I'm studying is more difficult. Why is that?" he asked.
Merlin explained "The second ritual that we performed last night was to undo any damage done to your physical form. As I told you, already, when that curse hit you, and subsequently, rebounded, Tom Riddle was torn from his body leaving a small piece of himself in your head. He was then later able, through the link he accidentally made with you, to draw from you small bits of your physical form. This includes your mind. So, in doing this, he left you with a mind and body that was unwhole. He did this with your magic as well, however that righted itself when you absorbed that second killing curse."
Harry thought on this for a moment. "Sir may I ask another question?"
"the most important thing you can ever do in the pursuit of knowledge is ask questions." Merlin said sagely.
Harry smiled and asked "than why the magic boosting ritual, if my power level is balanced?"
"That, Harry, was for all the practice you will require before you can leave this room. Also, only a witch or wizard with a superb amount of power can use dimensional magic." he explained. Harry nodded
"Thank you, sir. I think I'm ready, now." Harry said.
They worked on arithmancy for 4 hours and Harry made notes. ' Hermione would be so proud' he thought to himself. By the time they finished for the day, he had a stack of notes that rivaled some books. When they started ancient runes he pulled out another roll of parchment.
Four and a half hours, and many feet of parchment later, it was time for the practical studies. Harry and Merlin decided, by way of a fairly lengthy conversation, that it would be a good Idea to learn 'muggle dueling'. and to Harry's surprise, Merlin had a plan for this.
"For your first lesson in this regard I would need to refer to another teacher. You will see this teacher every day until we both decide that you are ready to leave." with that, Harry saw another figure enter the room.
Harry noticed at once that this is a man who had seen many battles in his time. He was huge. At least 201 cm and 120 kg. He wore armor that looked to be made of a mix of dragon and basilisk hide. On his hip he wore a long sword and on his face was an eye patch. His hair was sandy blond and long, the front and sides pulled back into a tail with a small braid behind his right ear, his jaw was squares and covered by a closely trimmed beard.
"You Harry Potter?" he asked with a gruff voice.
Harry nodded.
The man said "My name is Godric Gryffindor. I will be your battle master for a while."
Harry paled. "yes, sir." he said dumbly.
The following couple of hours were the most strenuous Harry had ever had. Godric made Harry do a variety of different exercises within the first 30 minutes. After that, He was being taught how to stand, block, parry and deflect. He was to repeat all of it until Godric was sure that he had them down to muscle memory.
After Godric made his leave Merlin resumed for dimensional theory.
Over the next 3 months, Harry learned all he could about arithmancy, ancient runes, fighting, and was even able to teleport around the room using dimensional magic. He was taught many other things that he hadn't even asked to learn also. He could now use wandless magic for certain spells like summoning/banishing charms, incendio, expelliarmus, and the like. He had also become quite gifted at nonverbal magic.
Godric had trained him in unarmed combat to a degree that he could completely immobilize a trained soldier in minutes. He was also trained with a sword, bao staff, spear, throwing knives, and a battle axe. By the end of the 3 months both Godric and Merlin were satisfied that Harry was ready to leave the room.
The morning that Harry was to leave he woke to find both Godric and Merlin waiting for him. He rose from his bed (which disappeared once he was up) and looked at his teachers with confusion.
"Harry, my boy, I believe we have come to close in our relationship." Merlin said with a sad smile.
Harry looked at him and asked "is there nothing more?"
Merlin said " Only a bit of a graduation gift from each of us." Merlin said happily.
He then produced a long staff. It was about 152 cm with runes carved along the length and at the tip was a large emerald surrounded by gold vines.
"this was my staff, when I was a young wizard. With this staff, you can contact me for council. It also can be used to find any hidden doors or passageways." Harry took the staff with a look of awe. "Thank you, sir. I will keep it with me always. Thank you for everything. I am honored." he said
Godric stepped forward. "My gift to you is twofold." he said as he pushed forward a trunk about the size of Harry's school trunk. "open this one first." he said. Harry opened the trunk to find armor like Godric's, except while his was white, this suit was clack with green trim. "every warrior should have armor." said Godric. "it shows the world that we stand for something." he handed Harry another box, this one thin and long.
Harry opened the box to find the sword of Gryffindor. He looked at Godric with wide eyes. "Sir-" he said before Godric raised his hand to stop him. "you earned it. And none of this 'sir' nonsense. You are a warrior now. And my fellow warriors call me Godric." he said and his look told Harry that the matter was closed for debate.
Harry closed the box and said "Thank you, Godric, for everything. I plan to use what you've taught to help people.
Godric nodded approvingly.
"before we take our leave I offer a piece of advice. I think it would behoove you to make a trip to Gringotts before you go on with your plans. Ask to see your holdings and the will of your parents. It should be quite illuminating." Said Merlin.
Harry thought about it. He had planned on going to the wizard bank before he left anyway so he could withdraw enough galleons to keep him up for a while. He didn't know his parents made a will. He decided to look into it. " Thank you, I'll do that." he finally said. At that the two legendary figures walked through a door that appeared behind them.
Harry wandlessly shrunk the staff and two boxes and stowed them in his pocket and stepped the room of requirement and into the Seventh floor of Hogwarts.
A/N: I used metric measurement because Harry would know the metric system. However we Americans do not so f.y.I
Godric was about 6 ft 6 and weight about 265 lbs. the staff was about 5 ft long.
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