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Here's the next chapter. Harry returns home and builds his blacksmithing station, and he finally receives another magical ability.
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Chapter 33
Andromeda pinned him with her intense grey eyes, patiently awaiting Harry's response. He hadn't anticipated being confronted about the Black Heirship during the Yule Holidays, especially by a complete stranger. Who did she think she was, questioning him like that? The other adults observed the exchange in silence. Even Sirius, though seemingly amused, remained silent and did not offer any assistance.
"How is it any of your business?" Harry asked.
Andromeda paused, her face showing a flicker of surprise. "I used to be a Black before I was disowned for running off and marrying a muggleborn. Despite this, I still care about what happens to the family. The current state of the Black family is rather unfavourable, necessitating a resolute and capable leader to restore its former prominence."
Harry glanced at his godfather. "And you don't think Sirius is strong enough to lead the family?"
Sirius appeared visibly uncomfortable being included in the discussion.
"He neglected his duties for more than ten years," Andromeda said, casting a stern look at her cousin. "Even though he is now attempting to make up for the time lost, it will require a considerable amount of time and effort to restore the Black family's position in the higher echelons of society. Several of our family members tarnished the Black's reputation during the last war."
"To be fair," Sirius interjected, "I believed that I had also been cast out of the family. It was only when I had to come back for my mother's funeral that I realised otherwise."
Andromeda didn't look impressed with that excuse.
"Has she been reinstated into the Black family?" Harry asked.
"Not yet," Sirius replied. "I have been trying to mend our relationship before making the offer."
Harry nodded before sending Andromeda an insolent look. "I need to repeat my previous question. How is any of your business?"
Andromeda was about to respond, but her husband quickly grabbed her arm to stop her.
"Harry—" Sirius began.
"Why are we having this conversation right now?" Harry interrupted. "I came here to celebrate the Yule holidays with you, and all of a sudden I'm being ambushed by a stranger? Should I come back later?"
"No!" Sirius extended his arm and gently rested his hand on his shoulder, gazing into his eyes with genuine sincerity. "I apologise for allowing Andromeda to speak to you in such a manner. She is deeply concerned because your legitimacy as Heir Black was brought into question during the previous Wizengamot meeting."
"Is this about the blood adoption?"
"Yes," Sirius replied, leading him to a seat at the table. "Malfoy argues that you do not have enough Black blood in your veins to be considered Heir Black, since it was only a partial blood adoption."
Harry sat with everyone else, pouring himself a cup of orange juice from the pitcher on the table. The heat made him thirsty. As he sipped on the juice, he contemplated Sirius' words and couldn't help but notice a discrepancy that caught his attention. "Why did you choose to blood adopt me, even though you believed that you were not in line to inherit the Black Lordship?"
"It had nothing to do with any inheritance," Sirius said. "I blood-adopted you to ensure that I would have a stronger claim to your guardianship in case anything happened to James and Lily. While I was already listed as their first choice in their will, this was an additional measure in case someone else tried anything to subvert the will."
Tonks snorted, her hair briefly changing to red. "It may seem overly cautious, but considering Dumbledore's actions, it turned out to be the right decision – although it ultimately didn't make a difference."
The topic of conversation brought up a question he had not even considered before. "What happened to my parents' will? Has it been read?"
"It was opened before we relocated to America," Sirius gazed into the distance as if recalling that memory. "That was incredibly challenging to sit there and listen to their voices as they dispensed with their estate. Most of it stayed with your grandmother because she was the only Potter presumed to be still alive. There were some small inheritances for others, including Remus and I."
"I didn't want their galleons," Remus said. "I simply desired the return of my family, my pack."
The atmosphere had become sombre. Harry sought to shift the conversation away from this subject, however, there was one final question he wished to ask.
"Why didn't you challenge my grandparents for custody?" Harry asked. "Weren't you at the top of the list to be my guardian?"
"Do that to Minnie?" Sirius looked at him incredulously. "Do you think I would take you away from her after all she has been through? Being your godfather is more than enough. It allows me to spoil you without having to handle all the boring aspects like enforcing discipline."
"Sirius!" Andromeda slapped him on the shoulder.
"Right," Harry laughed. "Back to the topic of the Black Heirship. Does Malfoy have a valid claim? I thought he couldn't do anything since his wife and Draco had been expelled from the Black family."
"Well, it wouldn't be an issue, except I can't have any children of my own," Sirius grimaced, sending Lauren an anxious look. "During my time as an Auror, I was cursed by a Death Eater when I was trying to apprehend him. It left me sterile."
"It is fine, Sirius," Lauren said with exasperation. "Haven't we already discussed this? If our relationship progresses that far, it won't be a deal breaker."
Sirius pulled her into his lap and nuzzled her neck. "How did I get so lucky to meet you?"
Lauren giggled and squirmed as he tightened his arms around her waist, playfully trapping her. They appeared to disappear into their own world.
Andromeda shook her head, before looking back at Harry. "I want to apologise for my earlier words. It's not my place to interrogate you about your responsibilities as Heir Black.
"It's fine," Harry shrugged.
"No, it was an appalling lack of manners," Andromeda said. "Even if you are the future Lord Black, I shouldn't be pressuring you to grow up too fast. You are only thirteen."
"What about Tonks?" Harry gestured towards the young woman who was drinking from her cup. "If she was reinstated, Sirius could appoint her as Heir Black."
Tonks choked, forcefully expelling a mouthful of juice that sprayed Sirius and Lauren sitting across from her. Ted swiftly responded by slapping Tonks on the back, aiding her recovery from her fit of coughing.
"Cor Blimey!" Tonks gasped. "Don't ever mention such blasphemy ever again, Harry."
"Nymphadora!" Andromeda frowned. "Do not curse like a sailor. I raised you better than that."
Harry snickered at her name, causing Tonk to shoot him a dirty look. She then shifted her focus onto her mother. "Perhaps it was unwise to give me a name containing the word 'Nymph'. Aren't they associated with the sea? You only have yourself to blame."
Everyone burst into laughter, and even Andromeda couldn't help but smile. Then, she turned her attention back to Harry. "The Black Lordship is patriarchal and does not allow for a female Head of House."
"Ah, but if you're looking to pass on the responsibilities to her, why not just tie the knot, Harry?" Sirius playfully suggested a mischievous grin on his face. "Keep it within the family."
"That's not a bad idea," Andromeda said half-seriously.
"I don't have any problems handing my daughter into your capable hands," Ted chortled, clapping Harry on the back.
"Oi! Don't turn me into a cradle robber," Tonks cried. "Harry is too short and skinny to suit my tastes."
"Our romance is dead before it could ever get started," Harry sighed, before turning serious again. "So, what is going to happen with Lucius Malfoy's challenge? Does he have a chance of getting Draco reinstated?"
"Absolutely not," Sirius smirked. "Even if he possessed a limitless supply of galleons, he would never be able to bribe enough Wizengamot members to get it passed. It would establish a dangerous precedent if the family could be reinstated without the Head of the House's authorisation. The worst possible outcome is that you lose the Heirship, which would then be passed on to a more distant relative from a secondary line. But that is unlikely."
"Enough discussion about these boring matters," Tonks said. "Let's have some fun before we sit down for dinner. Ever been surfing, Harry?"
Unlike the rest of Magical Britain, Albus 'No Name' was not celebrating the Yule Holidays. He found himself sitting alone at the dinner table, with a sad-looking plate of food in front of him. He had some company in the form of the Sorting Hat, but it provided him no comfort.
The Horcrux had proven to be incredibly uncooperative, refusing to provide any of the information he desired. Since accusing it of being one of the two founders, it had fallen silent, not saying a single word. It all but confirmed his suspicions that the Sorting Hat had to be either Gryffindor or Slytherin itself. One of their bodies resides somewhere in Hogwarts, somehow preserved from ageing, though lacking autonomy. It was incredibly frustrating to be on the cusp of unravelling the mystery, only to be blocked by a stubborn ancient Artifact. Despite his threats to have the Sorting Hat destroyed, it remained silent.
To take his mind off things, he began to sort through the presents and letters he had received from his loyal followers. These were eleven individuals whom he had nurtured and controlled using binding oaths and manipulation tactics. He called them his Oathbound. There used to be twelve of them, but Snape had betrayed him. Fortunately, he was absolutely certain that none of the other Oathbound had the ability to reach Level 5 Occlumens. Only at this level would they be able to break the oaths that bound them.
Unlike Voldemort, who utilised the Dark Mark and fear as means of controlling his followers, he employed a different, more sophisticated strategy. He sought out individuals who were already in awe of him, readily susceptible and easily moulded to his will. He made them take oaths to guarantee their secrecy and began assigning them small, questionable tasks to establish their obedience. Over time, he assigned them progressively more questionable tasks, leaving them no choice but to obey his demands. If they refused, they risked being exposed for their crimes. Honestly, there was really no need for him to bother because they were truly devoted to him and faithfully followed his orders, wholeheartedly believing in his cause. The only exception to this was Snape.
He eagerly perused their letters, longing to discover any valuable insights about Charlus Potter and his family. Unfortunately, he wasn't able to discover anything new because all the information was already accessible in the various articles he had been featured in. It was not surprising. Charlus Potter had taken precautions to shield his family from those who intended harm. His grandson, though relatively well protected, remained his greatest vulnerability.
There was an individual positioned strategically to inflict significant harm if he wished it. Once he had the idea to lure Voldemort to Hogwarts, he promptly summoned his Oathbound from abroad to join Voldemort's side and closely monitor him. When Charlus Potter resurfaced, he recognised an opportunity to make use of Voldemort as a distraction, potentially weakening his enemy in the process.
He knew about the happenings at Hogwarts regarding the Enchanted Wall and Voldemort's fixation on it. However, he was unaware of the nature of the strange phenomenon that had emerged, and Voldemort refused to share any details with his Oathbound. Not being present in the castle was exasperating, forcing him to depend on second-hand information.
Maybe it was time to stir things up a bit and see if he could gain control over Harry Potter. If the current situation persisted, Charlus Potter would only further secure his position and undermine his own. Something needed to change.
He grabbed a piece of parchment and a quill and began writing a letter to his Oathbound, Peter Pettigrew.
Peter came into possession of the Marauders Map while on a mission for Voldemort. With this tool, he was able to see the whereabouts of every individual in the castle. This advantage would make it effortless for him to seize Harry when he was alone. If Sirius and Remus believed they could prevent Peter from infiltrating the castle, they were sadly mistaken. Since Peter could transform into a rat, it ensured he could squeeze through the narrowest gaps in the walls to get inside the castle.
The one thing he couldn't understand was why Flitwick hadn't detected Peter Pettigrew's presence through the Hogwarts Wards. Shouldn't he have had enough time by now to adjust to them and undo the changes he himself made? There was a ward that could detect the Dark Mark, which had been added during the last war. But he had deactivated it when Snape became a professor, as it was annoying to constantly receive a reminder of the presence of a Death Eater within Hogwarts.
He got up and went over to get the owl so he could send his letter. In no time, he would have control of the situation once more.
28th December
After enjoying the holiday celebrations, Harry returned to his home in France. He fulfilled his promise to Lord Greengrass by conducting an interview with Lauren, advocating for tolerance towards all oppressed Half-Breeds. Lauren told him that the article would be published after the New Year. Whether it would have an impact or not, he would need to wait and find out.
It was time for him to focus on the goals he set for himself over the Yule holidays. With just a little over a week remaining before his return to Hogwarts, he had a lot of things to accomplish.
He got up nice and early to construct the room for his blacksmithing station. It took him a day to finish it, which was quite an impressive accomplishment, considering that the room was twice as large as the leatherworking room. However, it did take him from sunrise to evening to finish it. It helped that he didn't have Fleur to distract him this time.
Additionally, he had to add a few extra details to the room. He fireproofed the walls, floors and ceiling by inscribing Incombustible Arrays into the wood. He also needed to create an opening in the wall that led outside. This would allow him to install a small chimney for ventilation.
The following day, he began building his smithy. The key elements required were the forge, anvil, and chimney. Having already bought all the necessary equipment ahead of time, he simply needed to install them. He also included a metal trough filled with water for rapid metal cooling, and a number of bins where he would store the ores. He bought a large amount of iron ore upfront, so he had plenty of material to practise and improve his craft. He also installed some shelving for the various tools he purchased.
After completing the task of setting up the room, he was rewarded for his hard work.
The Host has completed a task.
Task #8 - Build crafting stations for the workshop (ongoing).
General experience earned + 1000.
Reward: Magic Smithing Hammer (Artifact.)
Progress to level 10: 38200/38400
Level 10 Unlocks:
Skill: Velocior
Item: The Crafting Handbook
The Host has completed a Workshop Task
Build a Blacksmithing station: 200 points
Current Points: 1000
Workshop Level: 1 Next [5000]
He was on the verge of reaching level ten and earning his rewards. It had taken him a considerable amount of time to reach this point, but it was definitely worth the wait.
Harry turned to his inventory page and checked out the description for the new hammer he obtained.
Magic Smithing Hammer [Artifact]
The Magic Smithing Hammer is an extraordinary Artifact that provides unique advantages to its wielder in all smithing endeavours. Its most notable attribute lies in its exceptional ability to effortlessly flatten and shape metals. This includes magical metals, and metals with added magical properties that are resistant to change. It is easy to wield, as it is both lightweight and has a comfortable grip. Additionally, it is immune to any damage while smithing. You will never need another smithing hammer again.
Another Artifact? It certainly sounded amazing from its description.
Harry took the hammer from his inventory and hammered it against the anvil a few times to get a feel for it. The hammer surpassed all expectations, as it was not only lightweight and comfortable but also completely devoid of any jarring or vibrations upon impact with the anvil.
Harry couldn't help but grin as the Source continued to provide him with incredible items. He wondered what Artifact he would receive next for the other crafting station.
His stomach grumbled a reminder that it was already well past lunchtime. Harry placed the hammer back into his inventory and exited the workshop. He would focus on earning the remaining experience to level up after satisfying his hunger.
"We need to discuss your training," Charlus said as he and his grandmother joined him in sitting at the kitchen table.
"What kind of training?" Harry asked, after swallowing the food in his mouth,
"Now that we have some time before you have to return to Hogwarts," Minerva said. "We would like to further enhance your skills in combat. It would truly ease my mind if you were better equipped to protect yourself."
Harry was about to protest, but Charlus swiftly raised his hand to silence him."We acknowledge the capabilities of your Spell Cards, and we commend you for creating something remarkable. However, against a more experienced opponent, you will require more in order to defeat them."
Harry frowned, pushing his plate away from him. "Like what? Increasing the number of spells in my arsenal?"
"That is only one contributing factor," Charlus answered. "A wizard's duel encompasses much more than merely their spell repertoire. It encompasses situational awareness, critical thinking, utilising the environment to gain an advantage, performing spell chains, maintaining the proper stance, and employing effective footwork. My goal is to begin teaching you the fundamentals before we go back to Hogwarts. I will also teach you some offensive and defensive spells."
Harry sighed. "When do we start?"
"Tomorrow," Charlus said crisply. "I expect you to join me for breakfast at sunrise."
Harry grumbled, but he didn't argue. Although the training would eat into his workshop time, he understood its importance. He never intended to solely rely on Spell Cards. If he were able to wield both types of magic, he would become a formidable force that cannot be taken lightly.
After finishing his lunch, he made his way back to the workshop and stepped into the leatherworking room. His goal was to gain the necessary experience to level up by crafting a blacksmithing apron for himself. Though the design was quite simple, he needed to add the Incombustible Array to make it fireproof like the room.
A couple of hours later, he leaned back in his chair and examined the apron resting on the table. This apron was basically a more robust version of a cooking apron, with leather as the material. There were cords attached that enabled him to fasten the apron securely around his neck and waist. On the inside, there was an Incombustible Array that would work for a considerable duration but would need recharging occasionally.
This should be enough to level him to ten. He retrieved the Source and read the new message.
The host has crafted a Fire-Proof Blacksmithing Apron.
General experience earned + 500
Skill Exp: [Leatherworking 1, Dexterity 3, Elder Futhark Runes 2] + 250
Leatherworking has levelled up to 2.
The host has reached Level 10!
The host has been rewarded with the Crafting Handbook.
The host has learned a new magical skill: Velocier.
Progress to level 11: 300/76800
Level 11 Unlocks:
Feature: Increased range of items in the Magic Emporium.
Item: The Double Tier Array Schematic.
***Velocier [xxxx] - Velocier grants users the ability to augment their bodies with magic, resulting in improved reflexes, speed, and agility. It is not a skill inherent to wizards, but other magical races such as the goblins. Be aware that utilising this ability excessively can cause harm to the host if they surpass the limitations of their physical body. Strength training is advised to increase the limits as to which the host can push this ability.
As soon as he read it, a rush of knowledge on how to use the skill filled his mind. He would have toppled over if he hadn't already been seated. Closing his eyes, he allowed himself to focus and assimilate the information into his brain. He gasped in surprise when he fully understood how it operated.
The Source had granted him an additional magical ability that required no practice or figuring out to master. The skill he possessed was far more than it initially seemed, as it used an unusual method to enable him to activate it. It involved the use of Occlumency.
Essentially, it allowed him to create a construct within his mind, which served as a mechanism to exert control over his new skill. The incredible thing was that there was room to add a couple of additional features if he so desired.
For the next twenty minutes, he came up with a design that he was satisfied with. The construct was a straightforward little machine with a dial. This knob had the power to amplify the infusion of magic into his body, enhancing both his speed and agility. There were three distinct sections that indicated the level of danger to his body. The green section fell within the safety parameters. Yellow held a certain level of risk that could potentially result in injury if he decided to execute a risky manoeuvre. Red symbolised danger and a real possibility of severe injuries if he were to push his limits.
Above the dial was a small digital display with some numbers. It was a numerical representation of his magic capacity.
1548.
That was the units of magic at his disposal when at full capacity. He didn't know how it was calculated, but he could conduct experiments and develop a measurement system for magic. The thought was exciting as hell. Although it would probably be only applicable to him.
The final action he took was to install a limiter on the ability, causing it to automatically disable itself once his magical reserves reached ten per cent. Additionally, he built an alert system into the machine that would sound if his reserves dropped below twenty per cent.
It was truly astonishing that he possessed the capability to construct something within his mind which could exert such precise control over his magic. However, he was acutely aware that it was the Source that gave him the ability to do this. The extra features he added were only possible because the Velocier skill used his magic and so he was granted the ability to keep an eye on his reserves.
Harry opened his eyes. It was time to put the skill to the test. Stepping out of the room, he positioned himself in the centre of his workshop. Taking a moment to stretch and relax his body, he then adjusted the dial, turning it one notch into the green section. This was what he called Velocier Level One.
Instantly, he felt a pull on his magic as it flooded his body. The sensation was similar to infusing magic into a Spell Card, only this time it was happening automatically. It felt like he was filled with energy, so he sprinted forward and immediately noticed a small increase in his acceleration.
He assessed his magical reserves and noted that activating the skill for ten seconds, it had depleted ten units of magic. Okay, that was easy enough to understand. It costs one unit of magic per second at the first level. That meant he could maintain the skill for twenty-five minutes if he didn't use his magic for anything else.
Harry proceeded to test his agility. He effortlessly executed a range of impressive manoeuvres including leaps, lunges, rolls, and dodges. It was difficult to determine if he had increased his agility since he was already quite agile, thanks to his Animagus form.
He increased the skill level to Level Two and observed that the amount of magic he was using had doubled. However, he was disappointed to discover that this increase did not translate into double the speed and agility. Still, it was a small improvement. Once again, he dialled up the level of skill once more and observed a significant improvement, notably larger than the advancement from Level One to Level Two.
There was a problem, though. His mind tried to match the pace of his body, but his legs became entangled, causing him to trip and land face-first on the floor.
He let out a groan as he sat up. A series of trills and barks met his ears, and he realised that his two bird companions were laughing at him. Sending a glare in Hedwig and Fawkes' direction, he got to his feet.
"I regret putting up those perches for you in the workshop," he muttered.
It appears that using the Velocier skill is not as easy as he had initially thought. He will need to practice and adapt to level three before attempting level four. Additionally, his muscles were slightly achy from using the skill.
He would need to start working on strength conditioning. Still, the skill emerged just in time as he was about to delve deeper into duelling. The mere thought of his grandfather's reaction upon discovering his new talent made him anticipate tomorrow's lesson. Maybe he could catch the old man off guard and successfully land a hit.
Harry suddenly remembered that he had completely forgotten about the other reward he had obtained. He opened his inventory and read the description of the book.
The Crafter's Handbook (Level 1)
Description: The Crafter's Handbook is an essential companion for any aspiring Artisan. This comprehensive book provides a wide range of crafting schematics, covering both mundane and magical items. The schematics will only appear in the book for the host who has unlocked the related crafting skill. The handbook will advance in levels as you earn points by crafting items within its pages. As the book levels up, it will unlock more schematics for the host to use. They may also earn a specific amount of Shop Points and Workshop Points from crafting items, depending on the difficulty.
Harry grabbed the book from his inventory and flipped through its pages. Within its contents lay numerous crafting schematics, pertaining to Leatherworking. However, it did not have any Artifacts. Still, he had found some easy items to practice his craft and earn some Shop Points in the process.
Harry returned the book to his inventory with the intention of reading it in more detail later. He was eager to further practice his newly acquired skill.
30th December
Early the following morning, Harry got dressed in a tracksuit and headed downstairs to join his grandfather.
"You were almost late," Charlus said, motioning for him to take a seat at the table. There was already a plate of food waiting for him, accompanied by a large glass of milk. Harry looked apprehensively at the meal before him. It consisted of eggs, sausages, bacon rashers, and a stack of pancakes.
"Seriously? You think I have the appetite of a bottomless pit?" Harry questioned with a raised eyebrow. "I wouldn't even be able to finish half of this mountain of food."
"You will require sustenance," Charlus stated as he took a seat across from him. "Our first task will be to go for a run around the property. You need to work on your stamina."
"Tyrant," Harry sighed as he reached for his utensils and began to tackle the plate of food. Given the sheer number of calories in front of him, he doubted he would reap any benefits from his training session today.
After finishing breakfast, Harry accompanied his grandfather outside. They embarked on a series of laps around the property. Harry anticipated that his grandfather would tire out much faster than him, but he was mistaken. After running for half an hour, Harry found himself sprawled on the ground, gasping for air. Charlus, in contrast, was breathing effortlessly, unaffected by the run.
"I see you have a long way to go before you are up to standard," Charlus peered down at him with disappointment.
"You're not human," Harry muttered as he got to his feet.
"Let us commence with your lesson," Charlus said, ignoring his comment. "We shall start by engaging in a mock duel so I can ascertain your level of skill. We will only use the Stinging Hex to attack each other. No other spells."
"Okay," Harry replied, getting into his stance, and summoning his wand.
He would activate the Velocier skill immediately, cranking it up to Level 3 in order to catch him off guard. It was the best opportunity for him to catch his grandfather off guard. He had no illusions about his ability to defeat him.
Charlus couldn't hide his displeasure as he observed Harry's form, but he refrained from commenting. He positioned himself sideways, holding his wand in front of him, aiming to make himself as difficult to target as he could.
"Begin," Charlus ordered.
Charlus swiftly cast a spell, but Harry had already prepared himself by activating his skill a few seconds earlier. He effortlessly dodged the hex and promptly countered with one of his own.
Charlus remained stationary, deftly evading the hex that was cast towards him by twisting his body slightly. On the other hand, Harry continuously launched a barrage of Stinging Hexes at Charlus, never staying in one place for long. His agility appeared to catch his grandfather off-guard, evident from the raised eyebrows. However, Charlus had no difficulty matching Harry's offensive moves, efficiently using his feet to spin in a circle and stay one step ahead of his opponent.
After Harry had cast more than a dozen Hexes, Charlus shifted from a passive stance to an offensive one. He quickened his footwork, evading the hexes with precision, and unleashed a rapid succession of lightning-fast hexes. To Harry's eyes, Charlus' wand appeared to blur, it was moving so fast. Despite the fact that he was using his skill, Harry struggled to keep pace, growing increasingly desperate as he relied on his agility to employ unconventional manoeuvres and evade being struck.
Harry was on the verge of cranking the skill up a notch when he stumbled and was struck by two Stinging Hexes as he fell. Swearing in frustration, Harry crashed to the ground, wincing at the throbbing welts on his chest.
"What on earth was that?" Charlus inquired, his voice filled with genuine astonishment. "Your speed is unnatural for your age and experience. Could it be because of your Animagus form?"
Harry sat up, letting out a small groan. "Oh no, I've actually been using my magic to enhance my speed and agility."
"You should have told me about your ability."
Harry shrugged."I only stumbled upon it a few days ago, so I'm still not quite adept at using it."
"Wait here," Charlus ordered, marching off towards the house.
Ten minutes later, Harry glanced up and saw his grandfather coming back, accompanied by Headmaster Flitwick.
"Headmaster, what are you doing here?"
"Charlus has informed me about the ability you demonstrated," responded Flitwick. "It appears remarkably similar to my own skill, Velocier. I have never seen a human capable of using it. Show me, Mr. Potter."
So, what do you think? Next chapter, Harry travels to Hermione's house to get some training at the gym.
Thanks for reading.