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"Reducto", "Diffindo", "Lapifors", "Stupefy", "Confringo", "Bombarda Maxima"
Inside the Room of Requirement, Aiden waved his wand, sending spells flying across the chamber. Each incantation struck its target with precision, fragments scattering across the floor. The magical amplification of his wand made every spell feel smooth and powerful—almost intoxicating.
"Wow, casting spells with wand amplification is so smooth. I feel like I could take on Dumbledore one-on-one!" Aiden declared, grinning with wild arrogance.
[Ding, heh, getting cocky.]
Aiden laughed. "Alas, System, you've changed. You're not the complimentary system you used to be."
[Ding, magical combat isn't about the Host throwing bricks with great force. Reminding the host, it's best not to step onto the battlefield with a frivolous attitude.
"Alright, alright, our Head of House is a duelling champion. I can learn from him when the time comes, right?" Aiden reassured, understanding the system's meaning.
After practising offensive magic, Aiden moved on to defensive spells.
"Impedimenta", "Arresto Momentum", "Protego", "Fortify", "Expulso"
At last, the system, unable to bear it any longer, spoke up.
[Ding, in fact, the magical knowledge the Host has accumulated is enough to try creating your own spells.]
"Create my own?"
[Ding, yes. The principle of spells isn't complex. Simply put, it's about magic rewriting reality under the drive of a wizard's will. The host has completed the magical transformation of organs, possesses corresponding theoretical knowledge, and your mental exploration far surpasses ordinary people. You've already reached the threshold for creating your own spells.
"Then I'll try it now," Aiden said, feeling a reckless thrill.
[System: Ding, please prioritise your own safety, Host. Hogwarts has so many masters. Wouldn't it be better to learn from them properly?
Aiden grinned. "Alas, System, you really are like an old mother hen. First you say I can create my own spells, and now you tell me to find a professor."
[Ding, the two aren't mutually exclusive.]
Time passed slowly as Aiden chatted idly with the System, experimenting with his magic. Eventually, he glanced at the clock. "It's late enough; time to go back and rest."
Casting a Disillusionment Charm, Aiden slipped back to the dormitory. His roommates were already sound asleep, their rhythmic snoring filling the room and making Aiden's tiredness deepen. With a flick of his wand, he cast Stupefy on each of them. The dormitory fell blissfully silent, and Aiden quickly joined them in sleep.
*****
The next day, in the afternoon, Aiden and his three friends hurried through the corridor.
"Hurry up, Edmund, we're going to be late! This is the Head of House's class," Aiden called back.
Thanks to his late-night excursion, Aiden had slept until the afternoon, forgetting to lift the sleeping spell from his roommates. None of them had woken up on time.
Fortunately, there were no classes in the morning, but now they were nearly late for Charms.
They arrived just in time. Professor Flitwick didn't make things difficult for them, only reminding them to be earlier next time.
"Long live the Dean!" the four boys chorused, relief in their voices.
First-year Charms for Ravenclaw was held with Slytherin. Relations between the two houses weren't terrible, and no conflicts broke out.
Professor Flitwick, small and sprightly, stood on a stack of textbooks to teach. He spent most of the lesson explaining proper wand grip and correcting the young wizards' habits.
After class, Aiden approached Professor Flitwick, demonstrating his spellcasting and expressing his desire to create his own spells.
Professor Flitwick was astonished by Aiden's skill and handed him his own spell research notes, instructing Aiden to memorise them. He also warned Aiden not to experiment with spells in private and promised to set aside time every Friday to guide him in spell development.
*****
On Wednesday, Defence Against the Dark Arts was taught by Professor Quirrell, who continued his stuttering performance, reciting the textbook word for word.
"I really don't know how someone so afraid of vampires that he baths in garlic became our Defence Against the Dark Arts professor," Oliver muttered.
"Exactly," Edmund and Ethan agreed.
Aiden, well aware of the truth, didn't expose Quirrell, but he noticed that the man's life force seemed as fragile as a candle in the wind. He wondered how long Quirrell could last.
*****
Thursday brought Herbology with Professor Sprout, a short witch with flowing grey hair and a patched hat. The first lesson was mostly theory, plant identification, and safety instructions. Aiden found himself only average at the subject and completed the class in a rather mediocre fashion.
The afternoon's History of Magic with Professor Binns was even more challenging. The ghostly professor's monotone sent nearly everyone drifting into daydreams. Even the Ravenclaw bookworms struggled to stay awake, but Aiden managed to endure.
"Professor Binns's class is too hypnotic," Ethan complained as they left.
"In fact, if you look through wizarding history, you'll see the only lesson we ever learn is that we never learn from history," Aiden replied, dryly.
"Who says otherwise? The goblins rebelled back then, and now they still control the wizarding economy. In my opinion, those greedy creatures should all be wiped out," Edmund grumbled.
"I didn't realise you had artistic talent. Have you considered the Vienna Academy of Fine Arts?" Oliver joked.
Ethan and Aiden burst out laughing, leaving Edmund confused.
*****
Friday afternoon brought Ravenclaw's first Potions class, shared with Hufflepuff. In the dungeon, Professor Snape swept into the room, his robes billowing.
"You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion-making. As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic.
"I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of potion-making. I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even stopper death—if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach."
[Ding, Host.]
Aiden's mind sharpened. What is it, System?
[Ding, the system has discovered something interesting. Severus Snape possesses multiple complete sets of magically transformed organs—one set being the eyes, brain, and hands, and another being his digestive system.
Two sets!? Aiden was stunned.
[Ding, this means he is not only a potions master but also has considerable attainments in the field of spells.]
While Aiden processed this, Snape finished the theory and began guiding the students through their first potion.
Nothing went wrong, though Aiden noticed Snape giving him a great deal of attention as he brewed.
When Aiden finished, he bottled his potion and handed it to Snape, who shook the bottle, sniffed it, and said dismissively, "Hmph, by the book."
After class, Snape tossed a notebook to Aiden. "Our genius Mr Prewett, I'll give you a week to memorise this notebook. Return it to me on time, or you know what will happen."
Aiden's thoughts raced. Did the old bee tell you to keep an eye on me?
He didn't dwell on it. After all, this was the Half-Blood Prince's masterpiece—something Aiden had longed for.
A week passed quickly in happy study, and Aiden gradually adapted to life at Hogwarts.
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