Reviews
Alan
Why would he summon up Godric his sword isn't a Horcrux and it only presents itself to a member of his house in need so the MC can't use it. As for knowledge I doubt there's anything Godric knows that the other Founders don't.
Kol is a good name. I'm glad that it was suggested to me.
Not just the magic as he's a Red Mage in class so he should get the other skills as well. If nothing else his ability to fight with knives and swords will be impressive.
Mugen-Muse
The CYOA says that XP is lifeforce taken from killed enemies so healing people won't earn him anything in terms of XP.
Bullying is a problem in every school, sadly it's just a fact of life.
Glitner
How would that work? I wouldn't know how to measure his levels and he doesn't have to worry about MP.
ZhaWarudo
He could always summon Helga Hufflepuff again if he likes he just doesn't need to as his interests lie elsewhere. Besides the dead aren't supposed to come back so he shouldn't keep them hanging around any longer than he needs to.
I'm not so sure that Sirius would make an unstable guardian. In the book series, he recovered from Azkaban well enough and in this timeline, he'll have help getting better. Besides can he be worse than the Dursleys?
Is Sirius really that much of a man-child? He gets portrayed that way in fanfiction, but in canon, he isn't like that. Sure his actions just after the death of Harry's parents are questionable, but he'd found that his best friends were dead because another friend betrayed them. I can understand him going off like that and it's not as if he left Harry unsupervised.
During the Triwizard Tournament, he returned to Britain, risking capture, just so he can give Harry some moral support and advice during Harry's fourth and fifth years. Sure he took risks during the second war, but I don't blame him given how he was imprisoned in his own house and he wanted to help fight Voldemort so as to protect his godson. Sure he suffered from depression, but who wouldn't and how would that make him a worse guardian than Harry's Aunt and Uncle?
My thinking is that Dumbledore will offer a compromise and let Sirius care for Harry some of the time since Harry doesn't actually need to be at his Aunt and Uncle's house all of the time for the blood wards to work. Dumbledore would try to make it look as if he made it possible for them to spend time together when Sirius is the only person with any legal right in the magical world to decide what happens to Harry and I doubt the Dursely's would protest to Harry getting adopted by Sirius in the Muggle world.
Well, that's my view.
DipstickMadden
Given that a Final Fantasy Red Mage can at a high enough level bring people back from the dead and heal a group of people during a battle with little effort, the idea of finding the right spell to remove the werewolf curse and then recreating it as a wand magic spell isn't as impossible as it might seem. The condition is after all a curse and the wolfsbane potion proves that it can be affected by magic.
The problem with the books on Tom Riddle and Dumbledore is that publishing either would make John Smith a target. Dumbledore is unlikely to try to harm John Smith physically, but Voldemort will be at the school next year and he would have no trouble killing a child.
Unless Tom Hiddleston does the publishing of the Tom Riddle book under a fake name and makes his own magical printing press. Again that's quite possible.
Crossworlds 1 - Harry Potter
Part 13
The Courtyard. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
I'd not forgotten about the flying lessons on my timetable as Cortana doesn't forget things and she's linked to my brain, but I hadn't thought about them much until a notice went up in the common room of Ravenclaw tower letting us first years know that our flying lessons would soon start.
Rumour had it that the reason for this delay was that Gryffindor and Slytherin class taught earlier in the year had damaged the brooms, and only now had they gotten repaired enough to use. The poor quality of the brooms in that class was also mentioned by older students, but I wanted to see them for myself before passing judgement.
I was unimpressed, to say the least.
"They can't really expect us to fly on these things," I said to myself.
Someone was going to end up in the infirmary before long. I just knew it and I figured that it would be wise to have my wand ready in case.
"I know what you mean," said Eddie Carmichael, one of the two other male students in both my year and house, "What are they spending our tuition on?".
You do pay to go to Hogwarts, but the Ministry supplies most of the budget. This explains not only how the Weasleys can afford to send all of their children here it also makes sense of how Fudge could interfere with the school. He could harm the school's budget by diverting funds elsewhere. What little I would have paid to attend got covered by the scholarship fund for orphans, a fund that had been around for a good long while as that was also how Tom Riddle was able to come to this school.
"I bet the Ministry slashed the budget for flying lessons," said Marcus Belbey, the other boy I shared a dorm with "My Dad complains about them doing stuff like that all the time".
It might even be a way of holding Muggleborn students back since those raised in the Wizarding World would already have experience with brooms so the Muggleborn would be more affected by the lack of good brooms during these lessons. Then again it might just be the Ministry being stupid rather than it being something done out of malice.
"The old Cleansweeps are cheap, but they just aren't any good" one of the Hufflepuff boys in my year mentioned "I don't know what Dumbledore is thinking letting us use them".
Even if Dumbledore is not an evil man he does have three full-time jobs and he's a big picture thinker who doesn't seem to consider the majority of his students to even matter. If he did care he wouldn't have put the Philosopher's Stone in the school to act as bait for Voldemort and to test Harry Potter.
Thinking on it Dumbledore's mismanagement of this school would make a great chapter for the anti-Dumbledore book I was helping to write. I just needed to collect information on the problems here at the school as John and then give them to Bagshot via Tom.
"Good morning class," said Madam Hooch as she strode on the patch of grass we were using for this lesson "Well what are you waiting for. Stand by your brooms".
When the time came to command our brooms to raise up into our hands, rather than try to order the broom verbally I just used telekinesis to bring it into my hand. Tom Riddle stopped doing that sort of thing for the most part once he got a wand as using a wand is much easier, but mostly his lack of interest in mastering wandless magic had to do with the mindset of British witches and wizards.
Wands were more than a tool to perform magic with they were a symbol of status within the Wizarding World. Something you took out and used to show off your magical abilities with. If you didn't use your wand when given a chance to demonstrate then you weren't a real witch or wizard. Aside from that wandless magic was much harder to perform and took a lot more skill as well as practice to perfect.
In my not so humble opinion, wands were a sort of trap. By depending on them it made wizards and witches easier for the government to control since their law enforcement officers simply had to use a successful disarming charm and then whomever they were after was more or less helpless. I would never let that happen to me.
Tom Riddle had fallen into that trap due to his desire to belong to the magical world and to be recognized for his talents. He'd worked to become a very powerful wizard right from the start. He'd wanted to be recognized by his peers rather than try to develop his own skills his own way.
"Now mount your broom" ordered our teacher.
Flying on a broom like this could not be comfortable even with cushioning charms and again I was grateful for my ability to turn into animals as if I wanted to fly I could do so in the proper way by having wings.
"Wait for it" Marcus whispered to me.
To my complete lack of surprise one of the Hufflepuffs, this one a chubby girl, took off and then lost any control she'd had before she started coming down. Despite my desire not to depend too much upon my wand, it was a powerful tool and well suited to me as such I was able to cast a spell to help out the poor Hufflepuff.
"Arresto Momentum"
The Slowing Charm was a spell that could be used to slow the velocity of an object. It was taught in second years charms, but I'd been reading ahead.
"Twenty points to Ravenclaw for quick thinking," said Madam Hooch as she raced over to the thankfully okay Hufflepuff "I'll take her to the infirmary, the rest of you can put your brooms away and then you're free to enjoy your weekend".
This news was not welcomed by the student body even if many of them were distracted by my display of magic. I was surprised that Hooch hadn't performed the spell given that she must have known there was a good chance a student would fall. Was she a Squib?
"That was a very advanced spell" commented Cho Chang as we Ravenclaws huddled together "Where did you find it?".
I saw no harm in sharing this information.
"The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 2" I answered "We're supposed to learn it next year. I was reading ahead and when I realised that poor girl could fall I just knew how to use the spell".
Since I was in Ravenclaw no one seemed surprised when they learned I'd already gotten to grasp with a second-year spell. Although the two girls in my group, Cho Chang and Marietta Edgecombe both seemed impressed.
"We'll never pass flying at this rate" complained Eddie.
Something had to be done if only to minimize the risks to me. I had to pass my flying class it was part of the curriculum for us first years.
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Diagon Alley. The Wizarding World.
I waited almost a full week before sneaking out to the magical shopping centre because it would have looked a little odd for Tom Hiddleston to turn up too soon after Jon Hiddleston's (the adaptation process was complete and I'd legally changed the name) first flying lesson with brand new brooms. As such, I'd waited until an owl could have arrived in Godric's Hollow before acting.
Because the Dumbledore of this world might the kind of person to read the mail sent by the students I didn't risk sending any real owl messages. Sure it might just be paranoia, but it wasn't as if I needed to message myself. Besides why tire out some poor bird if I didn't need to?.
Despite it being a Friday morning the alley was more peaceful than expected. Most children would be in Hogwarts or one of the other magical schools, as there are others even if only the most famous ones scattered around the world ever mentioned, and there were also homeschooled children. Many adults would be a work by now.
Even with the alley being more empty of people than expected I got on with my business quickly as I wanted to get back to my research and not to be bothered by anyone who might want to get to know Tom Hiddleston.
The lack of children around here suited me just fine for another reason, as it meant that the Quidditch supply store was almost free of customers and as such the wizard running the store was able to speak with me without delay.
"What can I do for you, sir?" I was asked.
I'd come here with a very specific need.
"My name is Tom Hiddleston" I started by saying, just in case he'd heard of how rich I was supposed to be "And I need twenty reliable brooms that are suitable for children to use during flying lessons".
The store owner took a moment to process my words.
"Twenty brooms" he muttered.
My guess would be that most of his business involved selling stuff like broom polish, repair kits and so on with only a few new brooms actually being purchased outside of the summer holidays. Professional teams would go to the broom manufacturer directly.
"Can you meet my needs?" I asked, "Or point me to a supplier who can?".
Broom manufacturing is big business here in Britain and not just for domestic sales the brooms are exported as well. That is the real reason why flying carpets were banned some time ago, so as to protect broom sales.
"We can, sir," said the salesmen "Please follow me".
I soon found myself in a vast warehouse, one far too large to fit into the alley, and while that was impressive, I was soon distracted by the presence of so many brooms as I'd until I'd not really understood just how big this business could be.
"Now if you want a nice dependable broom for the kids you don't want anything like Nimbus range" the salesmen were saying "And sure the Cleansweaps are slower, cheaper and all that, but they aren't the safest when it comes to handling. If you want a solid and reliable broom I suggested you get some from the Oakshaft line".
I was soon told that the Oakshaft line started with witches making brooms in cottages and now they were an international bestseller for those who valued the slow and steady approach to flying.
"They aren't that popular anymore" the salesmen was now saying "Everyone wants the latest racing broom, and that's great if your a racer or playing Chaser in a Quidditch match, but I was a Beater and let me tell you being faster isn't always better. You want a broom that will you keep you in your seat, that flies straight and true".
It wasn't hard to see the logic in that. Harry Potter could handle a Nimbus 2000 or a Firebolt because he's a natural flier and a Seeker needs speed. However, the average witch or wizard just wouldn't be able to handle a racing broom any more than the average muggle driver can handle a Formula 1 racing car.
"Everyone broom has been tested" I was assured "And we don't let any out of the warehouse with checking the charms".
I didn't wish to spend all day with this so I offered to pay extra if they checked twenty brooms for me and be done so by the end of the day. Since that would take a few hours even with everyone working on it and I only had Friday mornings free I would have to return in the evenings and bring the brooms to the school.
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The Front Gate. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Since I'd first entered the school by taking a boat and across the lake, and because I'd never used the carriages, that meant that I'd never entered the school as people normally did. When I did sneak out I did so in ways others couldn't and I'd no trouble getting back in, but since this time I needed to visit the school the proper way I actually had some trouble getting into the grounds.
It was a Friday evening and since John Smith, or John Hiddleston as he was now known, tended to keep to himself, I was free to enter the school as Tom Hiddleston with the new brooms safely all stored away in a long box that was no trouble to carry even though it contained twenty brooms. Featherlight charms were also a real thing.
"'Ello there" called out a voice.
Since Hagrid had never met the older Hiddleston I had to pretend that I didn't know who this man was. When I introduced myself he mentioned that John had an interest in magical creatures.
"I'm Hagrid, the keeper o' keys here at Hogwarts" the groundskeeper introduced "D'you have businesses up at the castle?".
Indeed I did.
"Yes, Mr Hagrid" I replied, "I need to see Madam Hooch. I have an important delivery for her".
Since this was peacetime the defences, if there even were any, were mostly down I figured and the half-giant opened up the gate without delay and began escorting me to the castle. This seemed somewhat reckless given that I could be a dark wizard, but to be fair Hagrid would be quite capable of restraining most troublemakers without any help from the rest of the staff
"Follow me ter the great hall an' then I'll fetch Hooch fer yeh," he said.
As we walked up the path the gamekeeper pointed out some of the sights to me. Such as his own hut, which was barely visible from here. It was a bit of a walk to the main entrance and I reminded myself to get some sort of exercise in the near future as I was a Red Mage and that class didn't always shy away from physical combat as such it would be good if I got fitter.
"Wait here" Hagrid instructed.
I was left standing at the entrance to the Great Hall as I had been before my Sorting, and I could hear people chatting away in the Hall since if even dinner was no longer being served the Hall was often used as a place to hang out by many students. Not by me as I had important matters to attend to.
"Mr Hiddleston," said a female voice "I'm Madam Hooch the flying instructor here at Hogwarts. Hagrid told me that you wish to speak with me".
I'd mentioned a delivery. Had the groundskeeper not passed that bit on? No matter.
"Yes, I need to talk to you about the poor quality brooms that are used during your flying lessons," I replied "My cousin John informed me about what happened when you had his class last week".
The teacher did her best to hide her annoyance, but I knew now that I was far from the first parent to complain about this problem and that she wouldn't be able to do anything about the situation.
"If you want to register a complaint you need to do so with the headmaster or the board of governors" she replied.
I got the sense that doing either of those things would be totally pointless. Trying to get extra funding out of what I was sure was a group of pureblood would be like trying to get blood out of a stone.
"There's no need," I said as I presented her with the box "I decided to actually do something about the problem".
I'd imagined that she would invite me to her office. Rather than do that she bade me follow her so I could put the box down on one of the house tables. This naturally drew the attention of several students.
"Normally first-year students aren't allowed their own brooms" Hooch insisted "Perhaps John's Head of House could convince the Headmaster to allow it".
Since she couldn't know how many brooms were in the box it was understandable that she assumed that I'd only brought the one.
"They aren't for John" I explained, "This is a donation to the school, to be specific your flying class. John sent me an owl about the poor state of the school's brooms and I can't allow my young cousin to learn to fly on the school brooms as I don't want him to get injured".
I opened up the box and started unpacking the twenty brooms that were old sure, but they'd never been flown and they came with a guarantee.
"My goodness I haven't seen this many Oakshafts since my days on the Ravenclaw Quidditch team," remarked Madame Hooch "These are good, solid brooms, nice handling, just what my flying class needs".
I trusted the opinion of the experts on this matter, and while they might not be Nimbus 2000 or Firebolts that didn't stop quite a few male students from trying to get a closer look at the brooms.
"Yes I thought they'd met with your approval, and they've been certified as fit for use," I said "Now if you'll excuse me I do have a dinner engagement".
Well, I needed to get out of sight, transform and then re-enter the school as John before anyone came looking for me to ask about the brooms.
"I'm sure the Headmaster will want to thank you" mentioned the instructor.
The last thing I wanted to do was met with Dumbledore. I didn't wish to be associated with him in the public eye since I planned to knock him down a few pegs in the future by co-writing some tell-all books. With that in mind, I excused myself and headed for the front gate.
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Training Room. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
It had taken her a few weeks into my second term, but Tonks had finally bothered to track me down before inviting me to spend some time with her so that she could pass on some pearls of wisdom to the little first year.
Of course, I knew she was being nice to me in order to make a good impression on Tom Hiddleston, whom she wanted to date, but I didn't mind since it was nice to have someone to talk to who didn't live in my head and she was willing to practice defence against the dark arts with me.
Since duelling was forbidden within the school all we could do without getting into trouble was throw a few spells at some duelling dummies that had been left down in the dungeons. Not the best preparation for Tonks's chosen career path, yet it was still better than nothing. As for me, sure I had Voldemort's memories of school or at least part of them, and therefore some experience in duelling, but it just wasn't the same as actually learning these skills for myself.
Also, it was good to spend time with another shapeshifter in case I was ever exposed as one to the Wizarding World. If I was I could just tell people that I was just like Tonks and that she'd taught me how to use my power they would not suspect that I could turn into other animals as well as magical creatures.
"You're late" the metamorph complained when I arrived.
I'd gotten caught up in the Room of Requirement with my spell studies. Although I was only here a little past the agreed-upon time.
"A wizard is never early, nor is he late, rather, he arrives precisely when he means to," I said.
She didn't get that reference as the movies hadn't come out yet and the books were a pain to read. I knew because I'd tried more than once.
"Try that one with old McGoncal" Tonks dared.
I avoided anything that would get me detention as I had important things to do with my time and I had no doubt that the deputy headmistress would not care for the strange way this teenage witch was pronouncing her name.
"No thanks," I replied as I took out my wand "Unlike you, I don't want to set the record for most time spent in detention".
As Tonks and I both sent some minor jinxes at the mock Death Eaters she told again me about the exams that she was taking. Defence Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, Charms, Potions, Herbology, Divination, and Muggle Studies. The upcoming exams had her feeling stressed and so it was good for her to have someone to talk to about them. Her friends had their own exam worries.
I knew why she needed to take most of those exams as Aurors needed those qualifications, and Muggle Studies could be useful for any kind of magical police work. For example, if a dark wizard or lesser criminal ever made a hideout in the Muggle world, then knowing how to navigate the mundane society would be very useful, but Divination seemed out of place given her career goals.
"Why are you taking Divination?" I asked, "I've heard that it's a bit of a joke subject".
Tonks used the Knockback Charm at one of the mock Death Eater dummies, flipping it over, before answering as it straightened itself out.
"I took the OWL with some of my friends" she answered, "It was an easy class and still is so I figured I'd get the NEWT with them too. If I fail that exam it won't stop me from becoming an Auror. Mad-Eye thinks I have real potential".
Tonks had already told me about how she'd participated in the Ministry of Magic student programme, which was a special Ministry-sponsored programme that allowed seventh-year Hogwarts students to experience various careers first-hand while under the guidance of a witch or wizard who was a veteran of their craft.
Basically, it was the Wizarding World's version of Year 11 work experience. I'd done something similar in my last year of Secondary School and I'd ended up spending a week working in the IT department of a local college.
"Remember how I told about how a mate of mine and me got assigned to the Auror Office under Alastor Moody" Tonks reminded "Blimley he was intense".
The Seventh Years form of speech was a little odd. Far less formal than my own, and her relaxed attitude combined with her desire to have fun made hanging out with her an interesting distraction. I could understand why so many people liked her, she had a certain vibrant energy about her.
"I remember you saying that you and your friend helped Moody track down a rogue alchemist who was giving people boils with some fake potion. That seems like something too basic for an Auror to look into" I commented.
The Magical Law Enforcement Patrol was tasked with general law enforcement, much like the Muggle police. Above them were the trained Hit Wizards who were a part of the Squad and were dispatched to deal with high-profile arrests, or to deal with magical creatures that needed excess force to handle. They tended to end up in hospital often enough that they had a bed at St Mungo's kept empty for them.
As for Aurors, they were the elite, the dark wizard catchers. Sending Auroros out to deal with a snake-oil salesman would be like sending Mulder and Scully out to catch a gang of purse-snatchers.
"Well they wouldn't send a trainee anywhere really dangerous, and a routine investigation is good for showing someone the ropes," said Tonks "And not everyone who trains to be an Auror makes it that far so I might end up as Hit-Wizard".
She needlessly explained to me that they were the wizarding Britain's equivalent of specialist firearms officers, something we both knew a little about since Tonks and I had a great deal of experience with the Muggle World.
A whole group might be sent after a single Death Eater if no Aurors could be spared, but mostly they tended to deal with more violent criminals, or maybe even something like a vampire that has been attacking civilians. Sometimes they would back up Aurors if the Dark Wizard catchers needed a few wands backing them up.
"Mad-Eye must be really busy these days" Tonks commented "That fake Bellatrix really freaked people out".
The goblins wouldn't tell anyone what happened in the banks and the human witnesses had run off, and since Lestrange couldn't have left her cell the DMLE must be full of confused law enforcement people.
I imagined that their running theory would be something along the lines of someone working at Azkaban using a bit of Bellatrix's hair and a polyjuice potion in an attempt to access her vault along with an unknown accomplish, but even if the goblins let the DMLE into the vault I'd destroy half of the pair of vanishing cabinets so there was no danger of anything getting traced back to me and it's not like anyone knew exactly what in the vault or someone would have mentioned Hufflepuffs cup in the papers.
"Shame they closed down the duelling club last year," said Tonks.
I knew that Lockhart restarted the club, but I didn't know why he'd needed to start it up again.
"What happened to the club?" I asked.
Tonks shrugged her shoulders.
"Dumbledore just declared it closed" she answered "He didn't say why".
I dismissed thoughts of the Headmaster no doubt closing the club as part of some plan as thinking like that would just give me headaches.
"So how's your family dealing with Sirius Black being found innocent?" I questioned, "Do you think he'll invite your Mum back into the family?".
Tonks seemed confused by my words at least for a few moments.
"If Mum wanted to be a Black she wouldn't have married my Dad and gotten disinherited," she told me "She hates all that Pureblood stuff and it's not like her getting burned off the family tapestry stopped her from inheriting when my Grandparents kicked the bucket. And I don't want people to even know I'm related to the Blacks because then they'll I'm like my Aunt".
Harry Potter fanfiction really makes a big deal out of people getting kicked out of their families when in reality it just means that your relatives start pretending you don't exist and they close your trust fund vault. Anyone with two brain cells to rub together would empty that vault long before they told their relatives they were marrying a Muggleborn and would have gotten a job too.
"I'm still getting used to Pureblood politics and traditions" I mentioned "I never thought they'd concern me much since I never had any plans to stay in the Wizarding World once I'd finished with school".
Without the second war, there'd be no large scale reforms in the Ministry so as a Muggleborn orphan I'd have no place in this society, but I was now considered to be a half-blood from a proper wizarding family. Besides, I did need to stick around long enough to shake up the Wizarding World in order to appease Loki.
"You wouldn't have been the first Muggleborn who went back to the Muggle World after Hoggies and just did magic at home," remarked Tonks "I know a few who even left the country".
Voldemort might be in hiding, but there were plenty of others out there willing to carry on his Pureblood agenda even if they went about in less bloody ways.
"Do you want to duel?" I asked.
Since I was a Red Mage which is the most versatile job class in all of Final Fantasy, at least in my opinion, I wasn't limited to spell casting when it came to skills gained by XP as I 'levelled up' for lack of a better term my physical abilities would also increase as would my spell casting.
As such I should be able to move faster and cast more quickly. Not that there was a levelling system since I was converting life energy into power. Although I suspected that improving my Red Mage skills would require more and more effort as my 'level' increased.
"Okay, but we get in trouble I'm blaming you" warned Tonks.
She waved her wand at the door with some spell that locked it before we both moved into the centre of the room.
"We'll need cushioning charms all over the room" she insisted.
Thankfully I knew that spell since Riddle had been part of the duelling club back in the 1940s when Grindlewald had been at the height of his power and the students had needed to be prepared to defend themselves.
"We're only going to use the simple spells" insisted Tonks "So prepared to be tickled".
Rictusempra, also known as Tickling Charm and as the name suggests upon successful casting, then it will tickle your target and make them laugh uncontrollably. It might seem harmless and to an extent it is, but the main use of Rictusempra is for duelling. It will make your opponent laugh so hard they won't be able to move or cast any spells. If you hold it long enough it can cause the person you cast it on to have trouble breathing.
I batted the spell out of the air with a decent shield charm and then fired off a Tarantallegra, the dancing feet spell, that Tonks was easily about to protect herself from.
"That's some advanced magic even for a Ravenclaw" commented Tonks "Has my future husband been teaching you?".
She made jokes about becoming my step-cousin, assuming there was such a thing, quite often. I was just glad that I'd decided not to refer to Tom Hiddleston as my adoptive father when I was playing the role of John Hiddleston or she'd be making wicked stepmother jokes. I did think that calling him my Uncle might be okay as that title can be used more informally.
"No, I just read and practice a lot," I told her "These aren't the only training dummies in the castle, and I don't have much else to do".
Perhaps I would show her the Room of Requirement before she graduated. Other than it would be best to use only the basic charms for duelling since I didn't want anyone to know how advanced I'd become. Besides my base form could only handle so much spellcasting.
"Listen to me John," Tonks said in a tone of voice that was far more serious than what normally came out of her mouth "There's more to being a wizard, and to life, than learning about magic. You need to stop and have fun before you go crazy or end up hurting yourself with magic you aren't ready for".
Sure I was a Red Mage and an angel, and that accounted for my great power, and I had Cortana to thank for my fast learning speed, but the future Auror was right. I did need to remind myself that my life wasn't all about growing my magical power and carrying out my plans. I really should go and have fun this summer and then deal with some issues that concerned me once I got back.
"I'll keep that in mind" I promised.
Soon it would be the Easter half-term. Perhaps I could do something fun during my two weeks away from school.
