After a few more minutes of testing, they released Brooms didn't work well with Thomas, and no one but Thomas knew the reason why as Madam Hooch had a face that was Questing everything she had ever learned
Madam Hooch stood staring at Thomas's broom—or what was left of it. The wood was scorched slightly, the handle cracked, and the bristles frayed like it had been through a storm cloud. She poked it with the end of her boot as if it might explode again.
Thomas sat calmly off to the side, sipping water, his face completely neutral. Inside, though, he was thinking:
"Qi and magic-infused wood… not compatible. At least, not without reinforcement. Mental note: don't try that again until I can make my own broom—or one that won't combust."
Madam Hooch finally looked up and muttered under her breath, "I've taught for twenty years… and that... was new."
Sirius leaned over to James and whispered, "I think she's having an existential crisis."
Snape, standing next to Lily, quirked a brow. "That was beyond reckless. Impressive... but reckless."
Lucius crossed his arms, studying Thomas with new curiosity. "That wasn't a broom malfunction," he murmured, more to himself than anyone else. "That was him."
As the lesson ended and students started returning their brooms, Madam Hooch pulled Thomas aside with wide, suspicious eyes.
"I don't know what you did, Lazarus… but if I catch you launching yourself into the air like a Firebolt again, you're doing laps around the castle without a broom. Understood?"
Thomas gave her a crisp nod, somehow managing to look both apologetic and smug.
After the day classes was over, Lily looked at Thomas.
"So, what will do now?".
Thomas looked at her as he spoke. "I am going to the Library".
James snorted as he spoke. "Oh, just like a Ravenclaw".
Thomas looker at James as he spoke. "Oh, and what will you do James".
James smirked at him as he spoke. "Noting much really, me and Sirius are gonna be doing something that is all".
Lily raised an eyebrow at James. "That usually means trouble, doesn't it?"
James just winked. "Depends on who you ask."
Thomas turned, adjusting the strap on his bag. "Well, while you two are plotting your next minor disaster, I'll be reading ahead in Rune Structures and Their Applications."
Sirius gave a mock shiver. "Terrifying. Truly, the madman reads textbooks for fun."
Snape smirked a little. "Better than setting off stink pellets in the bathrooms."
"Allegedly," Sirius muttered.
Lily glanced back at Thomas as he started walking away. "Mind if I join you in the library later?"
Thomas smiled faintly. "Sure. I'll be in the quiet section."
As Thomas walked off toward the library, his thoughts turned inward. Time to start working on enchantments that can mask cultivation energy… Hogwarts might be old, but its wards are no joke.
Thomas arrived at the library and was immediately struck by the quiet weight of ancient knowledge that seemed to hang in the air. The scent of parchment and ink mixed with the soft rustle of pages turning created a calm, focused atmosphere.
He moved through the tall shelves with ease, eyes scanning titles until he found what he was looking for: Runic Structure and Magical Foundations, Advanced Enchanting Theory, and a thinner book tucked off to the side, Subtle Wards and Cloaking Spells: A Beginner's Guide.
Settling into a table near the back, he opened his notebook, jotting down thoughts while cross-referencing ideas with his cultivation knowledge.
"If Qi-based signatures mimic magical aura, then layering cloaking runes across a personal field might stabilize the bleed… or at least make it look like minor wandless magic."
Just as he started sketching a rune diagram, he heard quiet footsteps.
"I figured I'd find you in the back," Lily said, setting her own books down. "You weren't kidding about the quiet section."
Thomas looked up and gave a nod. "Noise messes with the flow of Qi."
Lily blinked. "I still don't get what that is, but… okay." She glanced at his notes. "Those don't look like any runes we've learned yet."
Thomas chuckled. "Let's just say I'm… combining two schools of thought."
Lily narrowed her eyes with curiosity but said nothing, simply opening her own book on Charms and starting to read. For a time, they sat in companionable silence—two minds, two paths, but with a growing mutual respect.
As Thomas looked over his evolving warding formula, he spoke in his mind, "The path to sword immortality runs through knowledge here. If I want to thrive in this world, I have to master both cultivation and magic."
Thomas then looked for a History book, as it flyed to him, as he started to look through the Pages and take noted with Lily.
Thomas then stopped at one point. "That's odd".
Lily looked as she spoke. "It's again, does two year's".
Thomas then spoke. "There is 1691 and 1694 but 1692 and 1693 are just missing?".
Lily leaned closer, scanning the page with a frown. "That's… weird. It jumps straight over them like they never happened."
Thomas narrowed his eyes and flipped to the index. "No references at all. Not even a footnote." He looked up, eyes serious. "You remember that question earlier? In Binns' class—about the Salem Witch Trials?"
Lily nodded slowly. "Yeah… and then he just bailed."
Thomas tapped the blank spot in the timeline. "I think those years were intentionally removed. Someone didn't want them remembered." He closed the book with a quiet thump. "Something happened. Something big. And it wasn't just a Muggle witch hunt."
Lily's eyes widened. "You think it was magical?"
"I think it was magical enough to scare the entire wizarding world into pretending it didn't happen."
They looked at each other for a long moment, the weight of a buried mystery settling between them.
Lily then spoken. "Looks at this, in 1694, it has the first Ever mentioned of the Philosopher Stones, what even is that".
Thomas was going to speak, as he blinked, as he moved through a few pages as he found one, he didn't know if this was Common knowledge in this timeline or not. "Here, maybe this will answer".
Lily leaned in and read aloud from the page Thomas had found:
"The Philosopher's Stone: A legendary substance said to possess the power to turn any metal into pure gold, and grant the Elixir of Life to the user, thus offering immortality. Its known creator in modern wizarding history is Nicolas Flamel, whose work gained attention after 1694."
She looked up, eyes wide. "Immortality? Turning metal into gold? That sounds like something straight out of a fairy tale."
Thomas leaned back slightly. "In my… in magical theory, it's real. The Stone exists. But if this is the first mention of it, and it's right after the missing years—1692 and 1693—it might not be a coincidence."
Lily frowned. "You think the Stone has something to do with why those years are missing?"
Thomas nodded slowly. "Maybe someone used it. Maybe it was created because of what happened. Or worse, maybe it was used to erase whatever happened during those years."
Lily glanced back at the bookshelves, her voice hushed. "Why would they want to hide something like that?"
Thomas closed the book and whispered, "That's what we're going to find out."
Later that day, as Thomas was in the Ravenclaw Commons room, as he was thinking
Thomas sat quietly near the enchanted window of the Ravenclaw common room, candlelight flickering beside him as he flipped absentmindedly through his notebook. His thoughts wandered, deep in reflection.
"The Philosopher's Stone… wait, wasn't there an anime about this? Yeah, with two brothers… Fullmetal Alchemist, that's it."
His brow furrowed as he leaned back against the cushions.
"What was the main ingredient for the Philosopher's Stone in that world? Human lives… it was made from souls. God, I hope that's not the same here… but with 1692 and 1693 missing, and that being right around the time of the Salem Witch Trials…"
His pen tapped nervously against his knee.
"No way the timing is a coincidence. What if those trials were more than just Muggle hysteria? What if it was a mass sacrifice…?"
He closed his notebook, lips tightening.
"I need to find out more. Flamel. The missing years. And what really happened in Salem."
Thomas looked out thr window. "Now I could go out, but thr Cat will Catch me, without something like that Invisibility Cloak that James probably has, I won't be able to go to the school as secretly as Harry did".
Thomas sighed, pressing his forehead gently against the cold windowpane, watching the moonlight bathe the distant Forbidden Forest in silver light.
"The castle's practically a living thing—with all its moving staircases, sentient doors, and that damn nosy cat. Without a proper stealth method, I'm not getting anywhere unnoticed."
He muttered under his breath, "I'm no Marauder."
Then his eyes narrowed slightly in thought.
"If I can't get my hands on an Invisibility Cloak yet, maybe… there's another way. Lightfoot steps, Qi suppression, blending into shadows—cultivation arts should help. But I need to refine them."
He turned from the window and sat cross-legged on the floor, beginning to meditate. His sword lay across his knees, and he focused on sinking his Qi deeper, cooling his presence.
"Even if I can't vanish like Potter, maybe I can become a ghost to the senses—unseen, unheard, unfelt."
Thomas just smirked. "Will not I have few goals, find what happened in the Salem witch Tiral, and find out how to go Invisible using Cultivation Technic or invented a New Spell, I am A Ravenclaw"
Chang then throw a pillow at Thomas he heard noting but was annoyed, as he felt back to sleep, the message was clear, shut up and sleep.
Thomas chuckled silently as the pillow bounced off his side. "Message received, Chang," he thought, gently placing the pillow beside the sleeping boy.
Still, he couldn't help the grin tugging at his lips.
"Find the truth behind Salem, crack the mystery of the missing years, uncover secrets about the Philosopher's Stone… and maybe create a whole new branch of stealth magic with cultivation techniques. Sounds like a good to-do list for a first year, doesn't it?"
He laid back in bed, folding his arms behind his head as his sword rested under his bed—its presence as comforting as a familiar heartbeat.
"I'm a Ravenclaw. Curiosity isn't just encouraged… it's expected."
With that, he closed his eyes, mind already turning over new techniques, faint whispers of Qi swirling around him like the early stirrings of a storm.
The next day, they were in the class fo Professor Flitwick, who actually looked like how he did in the later movie's, as he was teaching the class a simple spell
"Wingardium Leviousa". Thomas said, as did his wands cracked with lights as the Wingardium as the feature becane a bullet and made a whole in the window
"Oops".
Filtwick just blinked as he spoke. "Mr Lazarus, what is your wand Made out of".
Thomas blinked as everyone in the room turned to stare at him—half in awe, half in fear. A soft breeze drifted through the hole where the window used to be, fluttering parchment and hair alike.
He sheepishly lowered his wand. "Er… it's Tail Feather from a particular Ancient Phoenix Bird, The Core of Ancient Dragon and the wood of a 100 year old Elder Tree, it is Twelve inch's Long, this is my life best work, 13 inch's, that was Ollivanders told me"
Professor Flitwick's mouth slowly fell open as Thomas listed off the components. The classroom had fallen into stunned silence.
"Ancient Phoenix… Ancient Dragon… Elder Tree wood…" Flitwick repeated, almost reverently. "Mr. Lazarus, that wand is a volatile miracle. No wonder it's producing such… destructive effects."
He adjusted his spectacles and looked at the smoldering hole in the window. "That's not a wand made for simple charms. That's the kind of wand forged for duels, for great works of power—and perhaps, for those who walk along… unconventional paths."
Thomas offered a faint, humble shrug. "It was the only one that responded to me."
A few students leaned away from him in their seats. Others leaned closer, eyes wide with fascination. Sybill Trelawney, seated nearby, whispered, "I saw that aura around you… I knew you weren't ordinary."
Flitwick took a deep breath, then smiled. "Well, then, Mr. Lazarus. Until you master control, perhaps use a bit more focus—less force. Magic doesn't always require muscle. Let's try again. This time, gently."
Thomas nodded, raising his wand again—slowly this time—his inner voice already working through adjustments. "Okay… 20% Qi capacity this time. No explosions."
Sybill looked at Thomas as she spoke. "Here's let me hel".
She hold his hand, as they both channel there magic in the wand together, as this noting disastrous happen.
Thomas was bit supires by that. "How did you know that would work".
Sybill looked at him as she spoke. "My cousin that goes Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry has the same problem, kinda, I am sure you don't have a broke magic core".
Thomas blinked at her, clearly caught off guard. "Wait, Ilvermorny? Your cousin—seriously?"
Sybill nodded, adjusting her glasses with a small smile. "Yeah. She's in Thunderbird House. She told me there are people whose magic doesn't… flow normally. Sometimes it's too strong, sometimes too wild. But when channeled through someone with a calmer aura, it balances out. Kind of like—yin and yang."
Thomas looked down at their hands, then at their shared wand. The feather he'd been trying to levitate was now floating gently above the table—perfectly stable. No explosions, no cracks of lightning.
He whispered, almost in awe, "So you stabilized my flow... using your magic?"
Sybill shrugged lightly. "More like helped redirect it. You're kind of like a firework without a fuse. I just gave you one."
Professor Flitwick, who had been cautiously watching, beamed. "Excellent teamwork! Miss Trelawney, ten points to Ravenclaw for creative problem-solving."
Thomas gave her a small grin. "Thanks. Guess I need to start hanging around you more often."
She blushed slightly. "Maybe I wouldn't mind that."
To be continued
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