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This story is going to be a Cross-over from different movies, books, manga etc.
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"[System]"
[Skill]
Chapter 02: Welcome to Magical World, Heir of...
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"-- do you believe in magic Mr. Reynolds? After all you are a wizard." asked Flitwick.
My eyes widened as I heard about someone openly admitting to having magic of all things—either this person is pranking him or this person is genuinely telling him the truth. And by the look on his face, I would say the latter case is probably true.
"Wizard?" I did a double take when I heard the term. I did remember reading about the people thought to possess magical powers or to command supernatural forces. But aren't they myths?
"Yes, Mr. Reynolds, men who possess the powers associated with sorcery or magic are often known as wizards or warlocks." replied the professor with a serious face, then he let out a small smile and looked directly into my eyes and said. "And you, Mr. Reynolds, are a wizard. Have you ever done something that was not quite normal by human standards, Mr. Reynolds?"
That explained why, whenever I use "Observe" on someone, it shows their name, level, title, and stat but the "MP" section always shows zero.
And it's also explained the unexplained event that happened in my life even before I awakened the Gamer System. like one time when a few older students tried to bully me when school management allowed me to skip a grade for the first time.
They surrounded me and then tried to corner me, but I wanted everything to stop, and the next moment everything came to a standstill as they could not move; even their mouths were shut, their eyes were horrified at what was happening to them.
At that moment, I decided to leave without giving them a second glance. I am pretty sure that incident left a scar on their souls. They have the gall to complain about the incident to our class teacher, but I, an orphan who is good at academy, was against the several troublemakers who were infamous as bullies.
The teacher made the one-sided decision; he probably thought those bullies were trying to get me in trouble; after all, I was a model student who was allowed to skip a grade. And those students rarely submitted their homework.I should feel bad at what happened to them afterwards, but honestly, I don't care.
The professor sent me a look of understanding; he probably thought all I did was change someone's hair colour or something, which I actually did, and I do have a justified reason behind that.
There was an annoying bushy-haired girl who I unfortunately met during a national art competition, despite the fact that her own work, for lack of a better term, was trashy. She had the audacity to tell me I couldn't win this competition even before I finished my work.
She loves to interfere and leave a scathing comment on other people's work, which shouldn't be that bad, but considering the condition of her own artwork, people won't just take scathing comments from the person who at least can't even reach their own level. She ended up facing the death glare of nearly half the contestants.
So when the result was announced, I came first, of course. And she didn't even make it to the top ten; she boldly accused us of cheating in front of everyone and directly challenged the judges' authority. That would not end well for her; not only did she get banned from next year's art competition, she somehow managed to lose her hair and become a bald girl, a very unfortunate sight, but hey, at least she doesn't need to deal with her bushy hair anymore.
"I once turned someone bald, professor." I confessed my crime, keeping a straight face to the professor without an ounce of guilt. Flitwick looked at me for a second before letting out a giggle and then bursting out in hysterical laughter.
Somewhere far away; in a Castle:
"I sense a disturbance in force, my dear less handsome brother," said a red-haired boy to his identical twin, but before his twin could say anything in return, they were interrupted by a horrifying voice.
"10 points from Gryffindor, Mr. Weasley, for disrupting me from my potion brewing," said the person who closely resembles a bat.
"But, Professor, it's not even the class hour—" Before the red-haired boy could justify himself, the professor interrupted him again.
"Another 10 points from Gryffindor, Mr. Weasley; if I hear another word from your mouth, you will earn yourself a detention," said the professor with a sneer, before going back to brewing his precious potion.
Hidden Quest Complete (1)
Hidden Quest? There was a hidden quest. Ivy, you aren't making things now, are you?
'No host, there have in fact been several hidden quests already issued; you just don't know it. The only way to know about a hidden quest is to actually complete it without knowing anything about it, otherwise, it will be considered a failure.' Ivy informed me regarding the so-called "hidden quest."
'But don't worry, the reward you will get by completing the hidden quest is worth it.' Ivy added as she tried to motivate me.
I mentally scoffed at her and was going to give her a few choices of words, but another notification popped up.
[Race]
Objective: Find your race
Bonus Objective: Fund your complete heritage.
Reward: 1000 EXP, 10000 Galleons, [Legendary Box 1]
Rewards are added to your inventory.
'Galleons? What is it? Didn't the system reward me pounds last time I completed a quest?' I asked Ivy.
'That's correct, but pounds are normal people's currency, whereas galleons are the wizarding world's currency, host.' Ivy stated simply. which only left me with more questions.
Level UP, 5 Points
Bonus Objective pending...
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Issuing New Quest...
Quest Added
[HERITAGE]
Objective: You posses the blood far greater than a mere wizard, try to uncover it.
Rewards: ?, ?, ?
Time Limit: 3 years.
Penalty: Death.
Far greater than being a wizard? I've already unlocked my mutant ability. And I don't think heritage has anything to do with it. It must have come from one of my parents. I mentally sighed—another mystery, but this quest is not just limited in time; it comes with a penalty: death. I hope Ivy is not already preparing for my funeral.
Just as Professor Flitwick stopped laughing, he raised his wooden stick and gave a single glance at the books that were left on a nearby study desk. He waved the stick in their direction, and said.
"Wingardium Leviosa"
And to my immense surprise, those books started floating, like gravity never existed. Newton would've gotten a heart attack or a few.
Flitwick didn't stop there but waved his stick in a circular pattern that made floating books also spin in a circular pattern.
'TELEKINESIS..??' Something clicked in my mind; this magic is quite similar to my Telekinesis skill, as I also did the same trick to level up my Telekinesis skill, but what attracted my attention wasn't the floating magic but the "artifact" that was being used for performing the magic.
A freaking wooden stick. What next? Weird potion brewing process by some Gressy bat? or a deviant teacher predicting her own student's death. This sure is getting weirder. And the height of said professor didn't help the case, don't tell me he is a goblin or something similar to it.
But why is he using some kind of stick? Can't he directly levitate my books? I started carefully observing Flitwick's body structure, his hand movements, and the way he was waving his stick.
Didn't he say something like Wingardium Leviosa? Is it some kind of spell? that make anything float? I was so immersed in my observation that I unknowingly ended up channelling some mana into my eyes.
I felt a burning sensation in both of my eyes, and for a second, his eyes were glowing, and a notification immediately popped up, which he chose to ignore for now. At least the pain is gone now.
[Mage Sight] Unlocked
Grants user to see magic.
? (Level UP to unlock this function)
I didn't have time to give a single glance at my newly unlocked skill [Mage Sight], but I rather chose to continue observing Flitwick's handiwork. And to my immense joy, I can now see the way magic is moving inside Flitwick's body. I can see the magic itself.
He is using that stick as some kind of focus, by which he is releasing his mana, while he himself provides the necessary mana required to perform the task, and by waving the stick, he is giving it a direction, a way, but there is more to it; I am missing something, aren't I? I again thought deeply, and soon my eyes widened in realization. His WILL.
After all, he gave his book a single glance before waving his wand. If that stick is a must-have item for a wizard, if so, then that wood wouldn't be any ordinary wood; it must be some magical kind of wood. I carefully thought about it and decided to use [Observe] on Flitwick's wand.
Filius Flitwick's Wand
Wood: Sugar Maple
Core: Dragon Heartstring
Flexability: Quite Bendy
Size: 11 inches
Info: Good for Charm Work and Dueling.
[AN: I had no idea about Flitwick's wand, so I just automatically generated his wand specifications.]
I knew it; it is magical, dragon heartstrings BLOODY DRAGON? So the myths regarding the ancient book describing fearsome dragons were all true? didn't that mean other magical species also exist? Like Leviathan.
I have no idea why, but I always have a deep fascination with mysterious sea creatures like Leviathan, Kraken, etc. Even my primary inherited skill is water manipulation.
[DING!!]
You have learned a new Charm – Wingardium Leviosa (Lvl. 1)!
Levitation Charm (LvL 01/30)
A charm used to make objects fly, or levitate.
SKILL LEVEL UP!
[MAGE SIGHT] (LvL 02/100) [89%]
Grants user to see magic.
User will able to observe and copy most of Spells.
Did I learn a magical spell just by looking at it? No, it's a charm. But can I truly learn any spells? Wait, [MAGE SIGHT] level up and its new function do help me observe and copy most of the spell, so that means all I have to do is keep observing the spell being used to copy it?
While I was busy observing the Professor's Levitation Charm and having a mini celebration in mind after finding Mage Sight's new function, Professor Flitwick cleared his throat to get my attention from his spell work, so he thought.
I looked at Professor Flitwick. He is looking at me with hidden mirth in his eyes. He broke the long silence between us.
"Mr. Reynolds, our school accepts young wizards or witches like yourself at the age of 11 and teaches them magical knowledge for the next 7 years. During this period, students have to go through seven examinations, each at the end of the year, to see if they are capable of advancing to the next year. Just like any muggle school." Flitwick briefly explains the wizarding educational system to me. I nodded my head in understanding; it sounds quite similar to a high school system with magic attached.
"Sir, why did I not hear anything about magic before?" I asked the question, which had been bothering me from the moment I heard I was a wizard.
Flitwick looked at me gently and spoke, "Mr. Reynolds, young wizards like you, who didn't grow up in the magical world or with any magical relatives, are generally introduced to magic at the age of 11."
"But what if something happened before someone turned 11? something magical " I immediately fired another question, as my mind deduced it was a big possibility.
"Those incidents are generally dealt with by our Obliviator Department, who are trained to deal with those kinds of situations," Flitwick stopped for a moment, waved his stick, and the books returned to how they were before, like finally remembering that something called gravity actually exists and then he continued, "Obliviator was the occupational title of a witch or wizard specially trained in the use of mental charms and employed by a wizarding governing body to help ensure that the wizarding world was safely concealed from the non-magical community." Flitwick finished his explanation.
My eyes widened as I understood what he was trying to say. Is this why no one has ever heard of the magical world? After all, how could they when their memory of anything regarding magic is wiped out by those Obliviators?
"Our community—I mean the magical community, which includes millions of wizards and witches—is completely closed off to outside people who have no idea or capability of performing magical feats. So muggles, or no-maj, as we called them, have no idea about us, though our government does have contact with the muggle government." Flitwick stopped his explanation, looked directly into my eyes, and continued his explanation.
"As someone living in the muggle part of the world, you should understand that muggles do not like things that are not normal, like magic. Churches are even going as far as performing their so-called cleaning ritual." Flitwick continued his explanation of the magical community. [AN: I increased the population; if I stuck with thousands, then it would be more proper to term it a tribe rather than a community.]
I was listening carefully and processing each and every word that came out of the professor's mouth, and finally I threw a big question at the tiny professor.
"Sir, how does your school know if someone living in the muggle world is a wizard or not?" I asked with a confused tone, earning a surprised look from the professor. It's not like they built some kind of radar system that easily tracks any wizard, did they?
And by the look on the professor's face. They did. And why wouldn't they? They've got mind wipers on the payroll, so what's the big deal with making such a kind system?
Professor Flitwick looked at me with surprised expression but replied nonetheless "At our school, we happened to have a magical book that recorded every magical child ever born in our country, and your name was listed in the book."
As Flitwick listens to the curiously driven question from his new student, hopefully a Ravenclaw student, Who is he kidding? With a curious mind like that, the young man in front of him is bound to join his house. The House of Knowledge, the Ravenclaw. He could not help but subconsciously start comparing Adrian with other muggleborn wizards or witches he had introduced previously to the magical world. Adrian is different from others, even from the children who were raised in the magical world.
"At our school, we happened to have a magical book that recorded every magical child ever born in our country, and your name was listed in the book," genuinely replied Flitwick, already preparing for my next question, and he wasn't disappointed when it did come.
"Is that how you track me?" "And what is the wooden stick on your hand, professor?" I honestly wanted to know if I was being tracked or not and where I could get my hands on some magical material after all, shops that sell magical wooden sticks are bound to sell other magical products as well.
Flitwick chuckled as he heard someone calling his wand a wooden stick; nevertheless, he brought his wooden stick in front of Adrian and said, "It's not just a wooden stick, Mr. Reynolds; it's called a wand." He twirled his wand in front of me before continuing his explanation.
"It is a magical object through which a wizard or witch channels his or her magical powers." He added.
My mind concluded the same thing. I was about to ask another question, but the professor handed me some kind of letter, probably tired of my continuing to ask questions.
You can't blame me for that when each of your explanations creates more questions. It's like the mythical Hydra—you cut one head, and two take its place. So when the professor answers one question, it creates two or more questions.
Unknown Place, in a secret base:
"Do you understand your mission?" asked an unknown man to the man in front of him.
"Yes sir" said the man to his unknown boss.
"Hail Hydra" said the unknown boss, in return, he was greeted by same phrase.
Their serious moment turned awkward as both of them sneezed at the same time.
I looked at the letter in my hands; never ever had I come across something like that, and I had read a lot of books.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorcerer., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Mr. Reynolds,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all the necessary books and equipment.
The term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
UNIFORM
First-year students will require:
1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)
2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
4. One winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupil's clothes should carry name tags.
COURSE BOOKS
All students should have a copy of each of the following:
1 The Standard Book of Spells
by Miranda Goshawk
2 A History of Magic
by Bathilda Bagshot
3 Magical Theory
by Adalbert Waffling
4 A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration
by Emeric Switch
5 One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi
by Phyllida Spore
6 Magical Drafts and Potions
by Arsenius Jigger
7 Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them
by Newt Scamander
8 The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection
by Quentin Trimble
OTHER EQUIPMENT
1 wand
1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 set glass vialsstal vials
1 telescope
1 set brass scales
Students may also bring, if they desire, an owl OR a cat, OR a toad.
PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS
ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICK
Yours sincerely,
Lucinda Thomsonicle-Pocus
Chief Attendant of Witchcraft Provisions
I just stared at the letter from the magical school that actually teaches magical knowledge. I actually needed to buy magical materials.
"Sir, I never heard of these magical things, and I have no idea where I could have bought them." I genuinely asked, as I never heard any shop selling these things, and if they did, I was pretty sure I wasn't present at that time.
"Didn't I tell you our community is hidden from normal people ?" amusingly replied Flitwick.
I stared at him for a couple of seconds, then said, "We have an entire parallel world running around."
"You could say so," Flitwick informed the ever-clueless me.
"Oh! Then how are we... " before I could finish my question, Flitwick answered as he already knew what the little fella wanted to ask.
"You don't need to worry about that Mr. Reynolds"
A few minutes later, after getting a brief explanation about a hidden magical alley, the professor told me to hold his hand, which I did, but before I asked another question. I felt like I was falling through a vacuum of space, like I was being pulled inside a narrow tube through my navel.
Looking around, I found myself surrounded by many buildings, and behind me a good, clean road, while we were standing on a footpath. Crazy, right?
[DING !!]
Hidden Quest Unlocked:
[Magical Transportation]
Objective: find three way of magical transportation (01/03)
Rewards: ?, ?
I looked at the professor and wanted to know what that was. The professor must have seen my gaze as he explained.
"It is called apparition, a form of magical transportation in which the user travels instantly from one location to another without traversing the space in between." Flitwick replied as he looked at the grubby-looking pub and continued, "Look at that building, Adrian; it's called Leaky Cauldron." This is what connects the muggle world to the magical world. "The main entrance to our world," Flitwick explained as he pointed towards the very same grubby-looking pub, now identified as Leaky Cauldron.
Following Flitwick's gaze, I also looked at the grubby-looking pub, The Leaky Cauldron.
[DING !!]
Quest Added:
[Magical Marval]
Objective: find 10 unique magical buildings (01/10)
Bonus Objective 01: find 100 unique magical buildings
Bonus Objective 02: find 100 unique magical buildings
Rewards: ?, ?, ?, ?, ?
What I found more astounding is that normal people are ignoring that place, like it didn't even register in their minds. Some wide-area mind-based magic, perhaps? The professor must have understood what I was thinking, so he clarified even without me asking any questions.
"It's called Muggle-Repelling Charm, Adrain. Any non-magic person that would get close to the vicinity of the charm would remember something urgent to do and leave; it also prevented Muggles from seeing or entering an area." Flitwick patiently explained. After finishing explaining, he raised his wand and cast the Muggle-Repelling Charm on a nearby rock.
As the professor raised his wand, I was ready. I channelled mana into my eyes and carefully observed the professor performing what he called Muggle-Repelling Charm, and soon notifications started popping up.
[DING!!]
You have learned a new Charm – Muggle-Repelling Charm (LvL 01/30)
Can be used to prevent Muggles from seeing magical related places or items.
SKILL LEVEL UP!
[MAGE SIGHT] (LvL 03/100) [69%]
Grants user to see magic.
User will able to observe and copy most of Spells.
Before long, Professor Flitwick and I were already inside the Leaky Cauldron. Inside, it was very colorful.
A few old men were sitting in a corner, drinking a magical version of wine in their tiny glasses while watching drama on a magical television.
Yes, it's definitely a magical television; I mean, it's very thin and has a big screen when compared with a muggle CRT TV. They are watching some magical drama on a TV channel he has never heard of.
The professor looked at the old bartender, who was quite bald and looked like a toothless walnut, whom he was taking to an eccentric-looking wizard... Slightly cross-eyed, with shoulder-length white hair the texture of candy floss, he wore a white cap whose tassel dangled in front of his nose and robes of an eye-watering shade of egg yolk yellow. An odd symbol, rather like a triangular eye, glistened from a golden chain around his neck.
'Observe'
Xenophilius "Xeno" Lovegood
LvL ?
Title: Editor ofThe Quibblermagazine.
An newspaper editor, huh? But for some reasons, I felt this wizard was kind of different from the rest of our kind.
"Professor Flitwick, once again introducing a new student to the magical world," asked the old bartender with a small welcoming smile.
They must have known each other; well, who am I kidding, this is the entrance to the magical world, and that bald guy must have known more than half the population.
"Yes, Tom, I'm introducing young Adrian to our world." Flitwick replied to the old bartender, who now identified himself as Tom.
Tom looked at me and sent a welcoming smile towards me, which I returned. I looked back at Xenophilius, who was now having a conversion through a "mirror." Wizards sure possess some serious technology.
Professor Flitwick walked towards the walled courtyard on the other side of the pub, which I followed. The professor must have seen me looking at the mirror in Xenophilius' hand. So he answered my unasked question: "That magical gadget is called the Magical Phone. Wizards and witches used to have long-distance real-time conversations; a decade ago, we were completely dependent on our owl for any type of long-distance conversation. But thanks to the Greengrass family, who invented the MP (Magical Phone), now we have something that helps us in long-distance conversations.
While giving me a small explanation about the magical phone, Professor Flitwick soon reached in front of the wall, and as he raised his wands and tapped specific blocks of wall carefully, I memorised everything from behind. I know this is going to be useful in the future. And walls automatically, or should I say magically, spread apart, giving me a scene I will never forget for the rest of my life. My entire being shook with the magic. Everything was colourful and cheerful around this part of town. The street was filled with all kinds of people as they walked with robes and pointed hats. If I didn't know any better, I would have called them cosplayers instead.
"Welcome to Diagon Alley, Mr. Reynolds!" Professor Flitwick said happily. Diagon Alley turned out to be a wonderful place. There were all kinds of colourful buildings with a big screen mounted on it, which was playing some kind of advertisement for wizard products.
We entered the alley and walked through a street full of hustle and bustle of people who were late for work. Children were holding their parent's hands, couples were making kissy-kissy faces at each other.
After walking for a few minutes, we reached an imposing snow-white, multistory marble building; Gringotts Bank is written on the big screen mounted on the building. There was a set of white stairs leading up to a set of burnished bronze doors. The doors were flanked by a goblin in a uniform of scarlet and gold.
"It's the only bank in Wizarding Britain, Mr. Reynolds; it's run by goblins, a magical species; they are a smart and intelligent race. Wizards and witches keep their money and other valuables in Gringotts vaults that are protected by very complex and strong security measures." Flitwick gave me little explanation regarding the banking system in magical Britain.
"But I don't have any account with them, professor" I told Professor Flitwick, looking confused. Sure, I recently earned some galleons and pounds after completing quests, but I never opened a bank account with goblins or a bank named Gringotts.
"You don't have to worry about that; after the last war, every orphan received some stipend from the orphan trust fund created by Hogwarts and the Ministry. It can easily cover your 7-year of magical education, but if you wanted more, you would have to earn it yourself." Flitwick replied truthfully, looking at me with a pitying gaze as he remembered that I don't have any parents. I decided to remain silent and followed him. As we reached the entrance, I looked at the goblins.
Goblin's beard, ear, nose, and fingers were pointy, and his skin paled as if he hadn't seen the sunlight for forever. Ignoring them, I found myself staring at the inscription on the front door:
Enter, stranger, but take heed
Of what awaits the sin of greed
For those who take, but do not earn,
Must pay most dearly in their turn.
So if you seek beneath our floors
A treasure that was never yours,
Thief, you have been warned, beware
Of finding more than treasure there
Is that so? Is that a challenge? Because i wouldn't be able to deny a good challenge that will earn me good money.
Damn it, my [Greedy] flaw is already going out of control.
Quest Added:
[Rob Gringotts]
Objective: Rob any vault of Gringotts
Bonus Objective 01: Rob Gringotts vault of any noble family
Bonus Objective 02: Rob Gringotts vault of any ancient family
Rewards: ?, ?, ?, ?, ?
Here we go. System is already making plans that involve me robbing a bank—a magical bank filled with countless magical traps. What could have gone wrong?
Both goblins on guard duty looked at us as we passed by them.
Stepping inside I looked around in slightly more awe at the size of the place. It was much larger inside than it was outside—probably some space-based magic. As we made our way through the room, I saw all the goblins moving around and some other wizards and witches speaking with different tellers at their benches. We soon reach a counter.
Flitwick did all the talking with the goblins and completed all the basic procedures needed to get me my orphan stipend. But before that, I will need to undergo an inherency test first to check that I am indeed eligible for the funds. If I have magical relatives, then they or my house would be required to pay for my schooling.
My relatives? Even if they are in the world of living, I don't think they will pay. I mean, I was raised in an orphanage, and if they truly care, I don't think I'll be abandoned at the orphanage, will I?
Soon, I found myself in a different room without Professor Flitwick. Apparently, wizards care about privacy. Any magical test that requires blood is only shown or told to the individual taking the test. If any other person wishes to see the result, he or she needs the said individual's permissions, unless you are the magical guardian of that individual, which is a different matter altogether.
Looking around the room, I could see it was rather nicely decorated, yet it was dusty. There was a solid wood desk and two chairs in the middle of the room where I assumed I was to wait, so I sat down in the chair facing the door to wait to be met. After a minute or so the doors opened and an old goblin came in pulling a large wooden box on wheels. He looked at me before grinning, "Are you the to-be-student who's here for an inherency test?" he asked. I nodded my head before replying in a positive manner. He opened the wooden box and took out a stone bowl that had a number of carved runes on its rim with a red ruby in its centre and a curved knife with similar runes.
"I need five drops of your blood, boy," the goblin said with a savage grin as he sat at the desk, placed the bowl in front of me, and handed me the curved knife.
I pressed the tip of the curved knife to the tip of my index finger, pressing hard enough to break the skin, before holding it over the bowl and letting five drops fall in before taking my hand away. Soon my regeneration kicked in and my finger completely healed in a matter of seconds, shocking the goblin, who hid his expression with a sneer. I didn't test his patience and handed the knife back to the goblin.
Goblin took the bowl and tapped the runes in a sequence, and they started glowing. Soon, my blood was completely absorbed into the ruby in the centre of the bowl. Seconds before a thick golden and blue smoke started to pour out of it, floating up and forming a symbol
Judging by the shocked expression on the goblin's face, I felt nervous; either it's too good or he is done.
Then the symbol started changing, now taking the form of different letters, mismatched letters. But soon it started making meaningful words and then taking the shape of sentences.
Adrian Ravenclaw
Parents: Aiden Ravenclaw and ?
Blood: Pure/?
Godparents: James Potter and Antoinetta Greengrass.
Heir to Founding Family of Ravenclaw.
AN: Next Chapter: Greengrass