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Chapter 16 – Trip Down Hogsmeade
True to Anya's prediction, Harry found himself interrogated by both the student population, the teachers and the Tournament officials regarding what happened during the Third Task. Anya herself was spared from this as she was in the Hospital Wing. Word soon spread around Hogwarts regarding the incident that was the Third Task.
Different people had different takes to the whole debacle. The Gryffindors begrudgingly developed a newfound respect for Anya after Harry had vehemently described her role in pushing him away from danger. The Slytherins' hate for Harry grew even further as they then accused him of stealing Anya's credit since he received the most points from the Third Task, there was also some ill will towards Anya as she had even bothered to push Harry out of danger, not that Anya really cared about what her house thought.
There was inquiry into the Third Task which ended in a conclusion that the magical system operating the dungeons simply overloaded from excessive strain of spells despite the various safety measures in place. This did not bode well with Anya, the perpetrator had gotten away scot-free. It also did not bode well with Karkaroff, who made the biggest fuss out of all this.
However, none of that mattered now as Anya sat herself in a corner of the library, glamour charms covering her scars once more. She flipped through her copy of Spellman's Syllabary idly, glancing at the pages with boredom, she had long committed most of the runes to heart. Instead, more of her attention went towards her scrap papers filled with rough sketches and workings of different possible runic scripts.
"Seryy, you're early," said a mildly surprised Hermione who arrived by her table.
"We Slytherins had a free period before this, so I figured 'might as well'." Anya explained, noticing her brother tagging behind Hermione. "What is he doing here?"
"Oh, Harry?" Hermione looked at him and back to Anya. "He wanted to come along to do his own homework with me when I said I was going to the library to do my Runes project with you. You don't mind, do you?"
Goodness gracious.
Anya hummed in response, waving at the seats opposite of her. Hermione complied, taking the offered seat and bringing out her study items from her bag, Harry followed suit and gave Anya a small grin. Anya looked around her to ensure her location was isolated from the rest of the library, she then took the time to mentally refresh herself with the Memory Charm in the event it was required.
"So, let's get right down at it, shall we?" Hermione initiated the discussion, flipping open a copy of A Practical Application of Runes and turning to the chapter on healing runes. "I think we should go for the theme of healing, it's finicky and difficult. A good challenge for us and if we pull it off, an Outstanding for Runes will be in the bag. Furthermore, I think it has good real-life applications. It gives people untrained in healing a simple solution for temporary first aid, like a magical first aid kit and it can be reusable unlike healing potions."
Deciding to let the Gryffindor take the lead, Anya simply nodded in response.
"So, I was thinking of which language to use," Hermione continued without pausing to take a breath, which frankly surprised Anya. "Egyptian and Sumerian will probably be good choices. After all, we just learnt them this year and it will be good practice for the NEWTs as I've heard that they are quite intense on those languages."
"You go ahead," Anya shrugged. "I'm not taking NEWTs. After the OWLs, I'm going back to Russia."
There was a loud disturbance in the form of a spluttering Harry who looked at Anya with the face of complete shock. Hermione had an offended look at her instead.
"Nah, just kidding Granger, you're right on the practice," Anya grinned. "As you said, let's get right down at it, I can start looking up on Egyptian runes and you can start with Sumerian- Harry, is there a problem?"
Both girls turned to stare at Harry who looked like a deer caught in the headlights. Harry's mouth was gaping wide open as his brain tried to come up with a response. Finally, he closed his mouth and turned back to his Potions essay, muttering a soft 'no'.
"When did you start calling him Harry?" Hermione faced Anya and narrowed her eyes in suspicion.
"Since the Third Task," Anya responded easily, she had decided some time ago to actually give her brother a chance at whatever he was planning. "Going through a life or death predicament does that to you."
To Anya's surprise, Hermione broke into a grin that spoke of complete intimate understanding. Apparently her brother did have a penchant for risking his neck to save others. Next to Hermione, Harry cracked a wide grin of his own.
"As I was saying," Anya continued. "You do Sumerian runes. Once done, we can compare notes and pick out a suitable one. As for the basic premise of the runic system, I've got rough skeleton sketches that is applicable for all languages."
Anya handed over her scrap papers to Hermione, who looked over them with growing surprise.
"These work?" gasped Hermione.
"Yes," Anya nodded, pointing out to her workings at the side. "Change the coefficients and variables of this, this and this according to the language you use. Then, alter the type of side scripts accordingly. Mind you, they may not work with healing runes because – as you said – they are finicky."
"Mind if I copy these down for future reference?" Hermione asked eagerly.
"Sure, why not?"
Hermione drew her wand out and immediately began duplicating the pieces of paper with a feverish excitement.
"Seryy, this is amazing. These aren't part of our textbooks, you're not even supposed to arrange runes in a matrix such as this."
"Just because it's not in the textbooks doesn't mean you can't do it, it's more efficient this way."
"But still," Hermione voiced her concerns over Anya's style of runic design. "This looks highly unstable, the whole point of different formats for each runic theme is that different languages and purposes require vastly different requirements. To just try and standardise all of them into a single format with standardised components is just-"
"Something Muggles do all the time in mass production?" Anya interrupted with a roll of her eyes that was more amused than exasperated. "Standardised batteries, standardised nuts and bolts, same operating system for their computers? Ring any bells there?"
Hermione's mouth gaped opened in shock from her words, whether it was due to her reasoning, her knowledge in Muggle technologies or even how she guessed Hermione's Muggle heritage Anya did not know. Anya noticed that Harry had lost his focus on his Potions essay and was instead straining to catch on to the conversation.
"Well, I certainly never thought of it that way," Hermione admitted. "But will this actually work? I still think we should follow the textbook examples."
"Take it from the girl who actually used Active Runes in a Triwizard Tournament," Anya assured the brunette. "It's fine, let's focus on getting down the requirements for healing runes and we can discuss this later."
The two girls soon settled down into silence as each did their own part, occasionally consulting one another. Harry, for the most part, kept to himself – much to Anya's surprise. It was only when their study session was coming to an end that Harry spoke up.
"Anya, it's a Hogsmeade weekend this week. Feel like joining us? I owe you one after the Third Task," Harry asked cheerily. However, Hermione threw him a reproachful glare.
"Can't say I'm all that eager Harry," Anya said in the middle of packing her items. "What's it in for me?"
"New people to talk to."
Sirius.
Harry had finally noticed Hermione's once-reproachful-now-murderous glare.
Just how are you going to dance out of this one, Harry?
Harry yelped as he jerked up on his seat, Anya suspected that a shin had just been kicked.
"Hermione, I'm just inviting her for a drink before our meeting," Harry hastily defended himself. "Nothing wrong with that, not like she's interested in meeting up with Hagrid with us later."
Both girls were impressed with his deflection, although for different reasons.
"Fine," Hermione sighed. "Seryy?"
"Thanks," said Anya. "But I had plans already, another time."
Harry looked forlorn while Hermione looked relieved. The brunette left the place after a courteous goodbye but Harry stayed behind, waiting for him to be alone with Anya.
"Anya, come on," Harry pleaded. "It's not Hagrid we were going to meet, it's Sirius."
"Yeah, I gathered that much," Anya snorted.
"Then why are you not coming? Do you actually have other plans?"
"Yes, actually," Anya nodded. "It's alright Harry, another time. Take this meeting to inform him that I exist, because I personally feel that a bombshell like this ought to be released bit by bit."
"Fine," Harry drew her into a tight hug which to his delight, she had allowed – though she did not return thee hug. He had grown fond of hugging her tightly in the short time that they had met. Anya could feel that he was compensating for all the lost time they never spent together. "Just let me know if you change your mind, okay? Don't worry about Hermione and Ron, I have a workaround for that."
"In the event I do change my mind, what's the meeting place?"
"Past Dervish and Banges at the end of High Street, three o'clock," Harry said with a hopeful smile.
"Noted," Anya nodded as she picked up her bag. "Don't be hopeful because I'm unlikely to change my mind."
"I really hope you do," Harry said wistfully. "Trust me, you'll love Sirius."
"I suspect some levels of bias in that statement," said Anya, leaving the table and giving Harry a wave. "See you."
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Another floating balloon popped into a blossom of water. Seeing that the bullet had successfully found its mark, Astoria released the breath she was holding. She took out the magazine from the pistol and inspected its contents, it was already empty. Astoria sighed in disappointment, the joy really ended too soon. Anya had been right when she had told her that shooting was a joy in it of itself, it took the concept of wand aiming and pushed it to the extreme. It was simply dedicating all your focus into keeping a steady hand and controlling your breathing, it felt like those meditation sessions her mother had forced her to partake in her Occlumency lessons but with a thrill to it.
A calm thrill, Astoria giggled. She did not even think there was such a thing. She was so glad that Anya had agreed to lend her pistol to her, though she was supervised at all times of course. Never did she think that she would find so much joy in a Muggle tool. She had enjoyed duelling back when she first received her wand, her father had been kind enough to indulge her. But there was a vast difference, she did not need to think about what spells to use, the various intricate wand movements and the complex magical theory.
That was it, she did not need to think. And yet, the creation of this tool that could allow anyone to kill even a wizard required what she could only assume to be astounding levels of intelligence.
That seemed to be the oxymoron of Muggles. They think a lot so that they would never need to think again. When Anya showed her a Muggle device she had called a 'calculator', her mind blew. There were functions that the Muggle device can't perform – of course, they were only Muggles – but usage of that device alone could render at least seven Arithmancy spells redundant to learn and would save a good deal of time.
Spending time with Anya slowly threw her world upside down, not that she was complaining. All her life she had been taught that Muggles were savages and yet, she was repeatedly shown otherwise. As Anya said, you couldn't compare apples to oranges. Speaking of Anya, the girl was sitting next to her reading some kind of Muggle novel, she hinted at growing in a Muggle environment before coming here but there were always moments of Pureblood decorum that thoroughly denounced the idea of her being a Mudblood. Astoria had to guess Half-blood or that Russia raised their witches differently.
"That's the last of them?" Anya asked, folding the corners of the page she had been reading and shutting the book.
"Yep," said Astoria, popping the 'p' as she spoke. "Thanks for hanging around on a Hogsmeade weekend. I swear, as much fun as Ella and Stacy are, the housemates in my year are bland."
"No problem. I'd rather relax here than suffer the stares and questions of the entire student body."
"The whole task in the dungeons was complete bollocks," Astoria grumbled. "Seriously, you took out all the acromantulas with a lightning spell and Potter gets the points?"
"What's done is done," Anya stood up and stretched.
"How about a walk to the Whomping Willow?" Astoria suggested, leading the way towards the solitary tree in the distance. "It's one of Hogwarts' landmarks."
"I always figured the school was nutters planting a safety hazard in the grounds."
When the pair reached the famed – or infamous, depending on who you were asking – tree, Anya noticed something, her right eye always did. There was a knot in the roots of the tree, nearly concealed. She could see various lines of magic emitting from the knot, digging into the roots, trunk and braches. Curious, she drew her wand and with a swish, sent a nearby rock hitting the knot. The Whomping Willow trembled slightly before becoming unnaturally still.
"Did you kill it?" Astoria squeaked in surprised.
"It's temporary," Anya approached the trees, feeling the coarse bark. "Didn't think someone had the idea to place a deactivation switch of sorts for this thing."
"There's a hole here!" Astoria gasped, pointing at the passageway hidden beneath the roots of the tree. She turned up to face Anya with a grin. "Feeling adventurous? Who knows, maybe a predecessor left a stash of galleons there."
Anya shrugged, descending into the gaping maw in the earth. It was a tunnel leading into the abyss, despite her eye, she still required a modicum of light to see. Taking out a torchlight and switching it on, Anya made her way down the tunnel, holding her wand up with a curse on the tip of her lips.
"Don't mind me, I'll just be waiting here." Astoria's voice came from the entrance.
Anya backtracked to drag Astoria along with her, who protested loudly.
"If you're going to nudge me into exploring a dark tunnel that leads to who-knows-where, you're coming along," Anya said tartly, passing Astoria the torchlight. "Here, hold this."
"What is this?" Astoria asked as she followed Anya down the tunnel, examining the torchlight.
"Torchlight. Muggle device, magic-less Lumos essentially."
"Interesting... how do they work?"
"To put it in simple terms. Tube makes tiny lightning, tiny lightning goes through some kind of material and forms light."
"No magic?"
"No magic."
"Why don't you use Lumos then?"
"Allows my wand to be free in the event I need to curse someone or something."
They walked in silence, until finally they reach the end of the tunnel, leading to an abandoned house. Torn bed and furniture with scratch marks all over the walls. The two girls looked around, trying to determine where they ended up. Anya went to the boarded up windows, peeking through the cracks. She saw Hogsmeade in the distance.
"Well Astoria," Anya gave her junior a mischievous grin. "Do you feel like taking a stroll down Hogsmeade?"
"Are you serious!?" Astoria lit up with a smile, rushing over to the window to see the evidence for herself. "We must be in the Shrieking Shack! Daphne talked about visiting this building on her first ever Hogsmeade outing."
"And going to Hogsmeade a year early?" Astoria continued. "Only an idiot would turn down this opportunity."
The two of them were not in their school robes, which meant that it only took a few glamour charms on Anya's part for the two of them to blend into the crowd. Astoria practically dragged Anya to Honeydukes to sample the various candy in store.
"Anya?"
Anya turned to the source of the sound and found herself facing Zabini and Nott.
"How did you know it was me?" she did not bother denying it, she gave the credit due to her two friends.
"Left-handed person about our age with a Muggle wristwatch that I have never seen before," Zabini answered with a casual shrug. "Nice glamours by the way. Who's the other one?"
"Astoria?" Nott guessed.
"Daphne's not with you right, Theo?" Astoria asked anxiously, sighing with relief when Nott shook his head. "Thank Merlin, she would kill me if she found me sneaking out of Hogwarts."
"Screw that," said Zabini. "How did the two of you get here, I never saw you at the carriages."
The two girls looked at each other, nodded in understanding and gave Zabini the most innocent shrug they could muster without saying a word, Zabini gave an irritated huff. The four of them soon left Honeydukes with sweets in their pockets, wandering mindlessly through the streets. Astoria suggested Three Broomsticks to which all her seniors shook their heads in disagreement, ushering her instead to the Hog's Head. Entering the grimy pub, Astoria blanched, the sanitary condition of the place left much to be desired.
"What's so good about this place compared to Three Broomsticks?" Astoria scrunched up here nose as the stench of goats hit her.
"Actual alcohol," Nott answered, taking a seat as Zabini went to get drinks.
"F-firewhisky?" Astoria spluttered when Zabini set the tray of amber-coloured drinks on the table.
Zabini passed the drinks around, giving them a suave wink and saying, "my treat."
"Thanks," Nott graciously accepted his glass. "After all, this is probably from the extra gold belonging to your deceased step-father number… three?"
"Five, actually."
Everybody snorted in amusement and conversations soon broke out. Astoria felt very relaxed with this group of forth-years, unlike spending time with her other housemates. There was little to none of the political manipulations and manoeuvring that was rife in the snake pit, only snarky and witty jibes at one another and light conversation. No wonder these three normally isolated themselves from the majority of Slytherin, they could not be bothered with all the politicking going on.
Astoria felt envious of these three, they were so free while she often felt like a caged bird desperate to escape. From young, both she and Daphne were taught the art of political manoeuvring from their father and their entire life had been that, politics. Every word and move had to be carefully considered as her entire life had been pressured into a big game of poker, she hated it. She prided herself in the quick wit and cunning that defined Slytherin but to consistently use to them in politics felt like a pain. In the meantime, something caught Anya's eye while she was mocking the corruption in the British Ministry with Zabini.
"Sorry, I just realised I have something to do," Anya stood up, draining the last of her firewhisky. If anything, alcohol would be useful for what was about to come. "Astoria, I'll meet you by the place where we came from."
Once she stepped out of the pub, a standard set of spells were cast. Disillusionment Charm, Notice-Me-Not Charm, Silencing Charm and a few other spells to eliminate heat signatures and scent. A final obscure spell Grey had taught her absorbed surrounding radio and ultrasonic waves, cloaking her from echolocation-based detection.
A short walk soon took her to Dervish and Banges where she saw Harry, Ron and Hermione following a large black dog. The telltale strands of magic swirling around the dog told her that it was an animagus, Sirius Black.
Anya tailed the crowd, keeping an eye out for any threats. Soon, she was lead to a cave far out of Hogsmeade and she watched as the dog transformed into a dirty ragged man. Harry offered Sirius a basket which he gratefully accepted. Reaching into the basket, he took out a chicken leg and began devouring it ravenously. Anya settled herself in a corner of the cave as the meeting was clearly going to take some time.
Talks soon began and Anya learned several new things. For starters, Mr Crouch had been acting very strangely as of late, nothing unexpected. Additionally, Harry had been targeted by what could possibly be Death Eaters. It made sense, but at the same time not, mostly because of the Third Task. There was a trap, yes, but it was sprung for her and Krum, not Harry. It didn't add up. By the end of the meeting, the trio of Gryffindors stood to leave but Harry mentioned for the others to leave first.
"Ron, Hermione, you guys go ahead first. I want a quick private word with Sirius."
The other two Gryffindors nodded and left the cave, leaving Anya alone with Harry and Sirius.
"Well Harry, what's on your mind?"
"It's Anne, I found her. She's alive and here in Hogwarts, she came in this year."
Sirius dropped the piece of bread he was eating.
"Anne? Anne Potter? Your sister?"
Harry nodded.
"How is she!? Is she alright!?" Sirius leapt forward and shook his shoulders.
"She's fine. She's fine," Harry jabbered. "Just... off, I guess."
"Off? What do you mean?" Sirius asked with concern. "And she came in just this year? And... alright, I think you should start from the beginning."
Anya listened on as Harry gave Sirius a quick rundown of what he knew of her.
"Thirteen years in Russia," Sirius muttered. "Not what would I expect, that's a little concerning too. She probably got all those scars there. Why did she come here?"
"Don't know," Harry shrugged.
"Not that it matters," Sirius grinned. "She seemed to accept us, though it's a shame she couldn't come today. And all things considered, she grew up alright. I agree with you, the Third Task – working together and giving you a shoulder to lean on afterwards – probably showed her true self. James and Lily would have been proud of her, especially Lily, Merlin knows Runes was her second favourite subject behind Charms."
"You also mentioned that she didn't want her identity revealed?" Sirius clarified.
Harry nodded and Sirius gave a sigh, shaking his head.
"I suppose she has her reasons. You better go now, Harry," Sirius ushered him out. "It's getting late."
Anya waited for a minute before dropping her concealment spells. Still sitting in her corner, she waited for Sirius to finally take note of her. It took a minute before Sirius jumped back in shock at the sudden presence of an unknown girl.
"Who are you?" Sirius asked cautiously, his body tensing up and ready to move.
There was an air of silence as Anya merely appraised the godfather in front of her. Finally she answered by dropping all her glamour charms, revealing the telltale scar running down her right eye.
"Anne? Or do I call you Anya now? Harry mentioned you were quite adamant in that."
Anya simply gave a stiff nod.
"You were here the whole time?"
Another nod.
"Why didn't you come with Harry, or at least let us know you're here?" Sirius frowned in confusion.
"I just wanted to see what you would be like without my presence influencing you," Anya explained. "And I wanted a private conservation with my godfather."
Sirius smiled broadly and moved towards Anya but the girl levelled her arm and pointed her wand straight at Sirius. The gaunt man stopped in his tracks at stared at her with confusion and for a brief moment, showed a look of horror on his face.
"I'm sorry," said Anya coolly. "But despite Harry saying you're innocent – which I'm inclined to believe – you better explain yourself before a Severing Charm hits you in the neck, I don't feel particularly comfortable with a wanted man so near me."
"Reasonable," Sirius chuckled. "That blunt manner of speaking reminds me so much of Lily, Merlin knows I end up that her wandtip all too often."
Seeing as the girl continued to aim her wand at him, Sirius explained himself.
"Simply put, I was framed by Peter Pettigrew. I hunted him down for betraying your parents to Voldemort, cornered him to a street where he murdered thirteen bystanders with a curse to escape, everyone simply thought his curse was my handiwork. Is that good enough?"
Anya lowered her wand.
"Harry didn't tell you any of this?"
"Not in detail, I was busy recovering from an acromantula bite."
"Well, what did you want to talk about?"
"For starters," Anya cracked a small smile. "I suppose a thank you is in order for healing me back then, not sure if my life was at risk but thank you anyways."
"Just did my part as your godfather," Sirius smiled wanly. "Should have done more for you though, you would have ended up much better."
"No, it's alright," Anya shook her head. "I wouldn't have had it any other way and-"
"You had blood on your hands because I left you," said Sirius sadly, looking more grim and regretful than ever.
"What makes you think so?" Anya arched an eyebrow.
"I was a Hit Wizard back in the war against Voldemort," explained Sirius softly. "We all worked long enough to know who had grown cold from all the killings, there was a certain look in their eyes, haunted, cold and dead. I see that in you, Anya, when you lifted your wand on me. I'm sorry I couldn't be there for you."
"Don't be," said Anya. "But I wanted to talk about something else, about what happened to me."
"I honestly would like to know that myself," Sirius gave a mirthless chuckle. "I certainly don't know how you ended in Russia."
"Don't worry about that," Anya waved it off. "I want to know what happened to me in the forty-eight hours after Voldemort killed my parents, since you were there to heal me I can assume you know plenty."
"Not really," Sirius shook his head. "I wanted to bring you and Harry under my care but Hagrid arrived to pick up the both of you instead."
"Why would the groundskeeper of Hogwarts need to pick us up?" Anya asked in puzzlement.
"He had instructions to deliver the both of you to Dumbledore."
"Who gave those instructions?"
"Dumbledore."
A slight twitch of her mouth was all the indication she gave as she allowed the train of thought to hit her hard on the head. Hagrid was hardly capable of cold-blooded acts, his large figure served only to belie his very warm and gentle nature. That left one other person.
"He brought us straight to Dumbledore?" she asked with an emotionless mask.
"I assume so," Sirius replied. "Why? How did you end up in Russia? What did Dumbledore do?"
Anya shrugged nonchalantly, she had already put the pieces together. Sure, she would not be trusting the old man anytime soon, but she realised she could not really bring herself to hate Dumbledore for his act. She was thinking along the lines of how can she hate a person for trying to kill her when that person failed so badly that she ended up not only alive but as part of a cabal of Spooks. In fact, looking at Harry's oversized hand-me-downs that he had worn and the slight appearance of being underfed she would say that, physically, she got the better end of the deal.
"I think I'll let you figure that one out," Anya told her godfather before moving to leave the cave. "Goodbye."
Just as she was at the mouth of the cave, Sirius came to a realisation.
"Wait!" Sirius exclaimed furiously. "Don't tell me Dumbledore was behind this. After all, he was the one who told James and Lily to keep you a secret when you were born!"
Anya stopped in her tracks and turned her head to face Sirius, a taunting smile playing on her lips.
"I don't really know the truth myself, Sirius. But what do you think?"
With her final words said, she left the cave and made her way back to Hogsmeade. At least she now knew who to look out for, the Headmaster of Hogwarts certainly was not at the top of her suspect list. The scrutiny of the teachers in Hogwarts now became a much bigger threat. But the year was almost done anyway, just one more year and her OWLs would be done. Joining Astoria who had been waiting patiently outside the Shrieking Shack, they both snuck back into Hogwarts.
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CLASSIFIED 01M/02R
This document can only be read by personnel with Level 01M or 02R clearance or above. Personnel without proper authorisation caught possessing or viewing this document or a copy of this document will face an Azkaban sentence of at least 30 years in addition to a Memory Charm being performed.
MINISTRY OF MAGIC
DEPARTMENT OF MYSTERIES
RESEARCH DOCUMENT E3H845A
PROJECT JANUARY TWO: RESEARCH INTO ACOUSTIC LOCATION RELATED MAGIC
DATE: ████████ 1913
DOCUMENT BY: 02A ███████████
CONTENT
ABSTRACT - 2
PROJECT SUMMARY - 2
PRIMARY WORKINGS - 3
APPLICATION OF THEORY - 55
RESULTS AND CONCLUSION - 80
ANNEX A - 90
ANNEX B - 181
ANNEX C - 222
ANNEX D - 278
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ABSTRACT
After the Muggle incident of the vessel Titanic on April 1912, Muggles experimented with a technology where the reflection of sound waves can be utilised for detection of objections. Positive results in the Muggles' experimentation have proved that such a phenomenon was within the realm of even non-magical reality.
With this in mind, one can easily come to the conclusion that such a feat would be possible even for wizarding kind. Therefore, the aim of Project January Two is to research and explore possible avenues of acoustic location as well as possible magical means to hide from such detection. This document serves as a record to the process and results of Project January Two. As of the date this document has been recorded, Project January Two has been concluded by 06M ███████████ as a partial success. Declaration has been approved by 06R ███████████.
PROJECT SUMMARY
Project January Two began on ██████████████ and ended on ███████ 1913, relying on past research of various sensory and acoustics magic.
Project January Two was proposed by 06M ███████████, stating that the results of such a project can possibly be used to ensure that the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy can be preserved in the event that acoustic location technologies are used by Muggles to accidentally discover wizarding sites. This was approved by 08M ██████████. Full details can been found in Annex C.
The project was held at Sector ██ Lab █, working under a ████ men team. Research was mainly divided into two possible methods of acoustic location and its concealment methods, charms and runes. Standard spell creation and experimentation protocols ███████████ was maintained throughout the duration of the project.
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Although all spellwork hypothesised and tested did came up with positive results, some of the resultant charms that were created did have their draw backs. The various prototypes of acoustic location charms suffers from the major drawback that no human being can properly understand the meaning of the acoustic echoes. As such, using the charm can only give subjects a garbled idea of their surroundings rather than the high quality results we have been expecting.
In order to circumvent this issue, the charms made can be synchronised to screens into order to give a visual representation of the acoustic echoes, done so via appropriate charms and rune scripts which can be derived from past research Project █████████.
On the other hand, magical concealment from such acoustic location came out with positive results as recorded in Annex A. However, many of the research team felt that its use to ensure the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy can easily be outdone by Muggle-Repelling wards. Due to this matter, the charm used for this will not be declassified to the general public under orders from 08M ██████████.