10 Teaching a lesson

The book was turned into cinder.

"AHH! I didn't mean it I swear!"

But I never finished that book. – Dumbledore thought.

"Now, now… calm down. Trying a spell from chapter seven, in the [Book of Standard Spells (Grade 1)] by Rimmer Goland. I must commend you for your boldness."

"I didn't mean to brag. I'll try a lesser spell then."

"No, no… That's okay. Try again."

"Alright…"

[Wingardium Leviosa] I casted again at another book.

And once again, I failed. I blasted the book into pieces.

"I'm sorry… I failed." I apologized soberly.

"Don't lose hope that easily. There is always time for failure. You didn't pronounce the spell wrong. Your hands movements are just right."

And there's my limited edition of Tim Merrowling, I haven't even opened it and you've turned it into bits. – Dumbledore thought.

"Yes, I've been simulating this spell for a while now. I proceeded with the amount of power as stated."

"I see. Perhaps, it has something to do with the amount of magical energy you possess. I should tell you that you have three times the amount than regular children. The book instruction is to make the flow of energy as calm and adequate. And by the book standard a 20% power output is what a normal young wizard your age would exert. But for you, you are exerting 60% by normal standard. All you have to do is lessen your output by a third and let's see what result we can have."

I understand now. Before, when I was reading [The Book of Standard Spells], I am simply conforming to what was written. Since, I can't practice magic as I do not have a wand back then (also the matters of restriction on underage sorcery). So I never learned how to scale my power.

Now, that professor Dumbledore had revealed some comparison about my power. I can make use of some theoretical approach on how to utilize it. I lack all the necessary books, but that's for now.

What Dumbledore said about output or spell output is the amount of effort and energy you release to perform a spell. Concentration and knowledge is what make effort, raw power is what makes the energy.

And by the way, energy is by no means can be depleted. It was my first thought until I read the entire book.

[AN: The word mana is not applied here. Btw, this magic system is not final, I will edit it in the future. I will also provide additional information some time later.]

To make it simple, a wizard can cast powerful spell such as the killing curse (which requires 80% output) multiple times, yet, his magic power will never be emptied.

Another example would be (from the previous world) the magic that the death eater's use – that flying apparition spell which they utilized to travel a very long distances.

In any case, it never shown they have depleted their power. They're even capable of combat after that long flight (which should've wasted much of their power).

However, a wizard cannot perform another spell if they reach a certain threshold. Say, a death eater uses the flying apparition which took 90% of his output, will never be able to cast another spell. Afterall, a normal wizard has to conform with his 100% output reserve.

But then again, a powerful wizard can bypass this limit. For example, a wizard that have twice of that. Does that mean he has 200% output reserve? No. He still measures his output with the standard of 100. The only difference is that he would seem to be using less output.

What happened is his uses of the flying apparition spell will now be around 40% and he can utilize a killing curse at the same time, since the total output is 70%. And there's another 30% more for another spell. And in their standard, an extremely powerful spell will have an output of 70-80%.

The only time a wizard would feel his power being drastically depleted is when a [Priori Incantatem] was invoked or when crafting a magic artifact or some heaven defying phenomena (e.g.: splitting soul).

[AN: If two wands with the same core are forced to do battle with each other, the effect is a magical connection called Priori Incantatem.]

Since the levitating spell is an introductory spell. It requires minimal effort and just an amount of energy. And by my standard, I am giving it too much output hence my failure.

"Alright… then here comes nothing… wing-"

"Wait… wait." He interrupted, "Not that book… use the other book instead."

"Okay, then here I go…" [Wingardium Leviosa]

And the effect was subtle and obvious. The book is floating above them. It was a success!

"I did it! I did it! Look professor… I did it!" I exclaimed in excitement.

"Congratulations…"

But then… again, the book shreds into pieces.

"OhH~ I failed again…"

"No… it was a success, until you let out your excitement that you forgot to control your magic. So next time, contain your emotions and do a lot more practice to control your output."

"Right…"

"You should remember, our emotions and feelings had greater effects on magic."

"I'll remember."

"Oh, it's about time. We've been here longer than I've expected. I think it's time for you to go back."

"Then, if you'll excuse me professor, I'll be going now. Goodnight professor and thank you."

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I then made my way to Slytherin's common room. As I reach the door a portrait of a Shakespearean had asked, "Thy show'eth of thy magnificent thy secret." [AN: What? I've tried…]

"Excuse me?"

"Thy reveals thee thy secret! Before thy enter."

[AN: Some British might sue me for this…]

"What again?"

"I said what's the password! Ignorant brat." He snapped.

"Oh… I don't… have the password."

"Then thy shall not enter thy room."

"Ah, there you are young Stanford." A voice called me from behind.

It was professor Horrace Slugghorn. Smile is apparent from his face as he came closer.

"I knew you would have troubled entering the common room, so I thought I should wait for you. I was just about to find you." He explained while smiling.

"Yes, I uhm… don't know the password. Sorry if I have to trouble you, professor."

"It's [Jiggle Worm Beans]. The password is [Jiggle Worm Beans]."

"Ah thank you, professor."

"Don't forget, [Jiggle Worm Beans]."

"Ah yes… thank you for reminding me."

"Your welcome."

"You shouldn't have bothered to deliver it yourself professor. You should've asked some student instead."

"Ah no… I am on my way anyway. I have some private meeting with my club. The Slugg Club. If you're wondering."

"Right."

Then I faced the portrait, "[Jiggle Worm Beans]"

And the door swung open.

Still, I noticed that professor Slugghorn is not leaving while still smiling at me. So I turned around once more and politely bid him goodbye, "I should be going now professor."

"Ah yes, yes… you should… should. Then have a goodnight sleep."

"Thank you, professor."

He even waved his hands at me. Such was the awkward experience with professor Slugghorn.

The common room is a dungeon-like room with greenish lamps and chairs. This dungeon extends partway under the lake, giving the light in the room a green tinge. The common room has lots of low backed black and dark green button-tufted, leather sofas; skulls; and dark wood cupboards. One of the wooden tables has a Wizard's Chess set on it. It is decorated with tapestries featuring the adventures of famous Medieval Slytherins. It has quite a grand atmosphere, but also quite a cold one. [AN: Courtesy of Wikia.]

There I met the gazes of countless students, seemingly hostile.

I can hear them saying, "mudblood… mudscum…" as I pass through.

I have a bad feeling about this.

They're lining along the way, as though, they are making a pathway for me towards a certain area.

And there, I was terrified of what I saw.

I found my things scattered along the floor, broken to pieces. My books (except magical books) was shredded and clothes burned.

What's more, Dimwit was screeching from pain. They tortured my bird and they left him dying!

"What did you do to Dimwit!" I angrily shouted.

"We tortured him obviously. Hahaha!"

"You!" I throw a punch to that person but he managed to catch my small fist. He is bigger than me obviously.

And to everyone's delight, they all shouted "Fight! Fight!"

"How dare you mudblood!" He yelled and punched me on my stomach then throws me away.

"AH!" I screamed in agony.

Then, I saw a boy not far away limping(?) on the ground. It was Tom Riddle.

"Oh, you met Tom huh… you see, we found out that he is also a mudblood. But he keeps on telling that he is a Gaunt. We didn't believe his lies. So we have to teach him a lesson. Anyway even if he really is from a Gaunt, he cannot wash away the fact that he's been living with muggles which makes him no different from a muggle!"

He punched me again and kicked me at the side.

"Mudblood, better all of you die!"

"You! I won't forgive you!"

I got up albeit limping and took my wand which I aimed at him.

"Ohh wanna fight me with spells? Haha!" He taunted and everyone laugh.

I saw Leslie at the side, seemingly worried but she keeps a calm expression.

"But do you even know a single spell? Huh mudblood! [Expelliarmus!]"

He chanted and blue streak of thin light escaped from his wand, hitting me in the process and the wand was thrown away from my hand. I watched it flew from my hand as it lands in the carpet.

"[Stupefy]" He followed and I was blown away.

Everyone laughed.

"Hold him for me." He commanded.

Two boys grabbed me by the arms and dragged me forward.

"Muggles should never be allowed at Hogwarts."

He punched me three times before my legs gave away.

I was left by the floor, limping and crying from pain before they dispersed.