Chapter 37

A.N.: I'm gonna write a summary since many readers have forgot important details after such a long break. I recommend everyone to read and not skip, since I have made a few points more clear.

Summary:

So, this guy, Chris Jackson died. Don't recall the embarrassing details...

Ahem... so, he reincarnated into Harry Potter's primary school orphan classmate and made friends with him. He helped Harry (and himself) to some of Harry's Gringotts inheritance and invested into some muggle companies based on his future knowledge and became a legend in wall street. He found out that he and Harry could access the Potter manor, so he studied in potter library. He can do wandless magic after much practice. He discovered that, A wizard's magic resides in his soul, and flows through the body in case we channel it through a focus (like wand) or in cases of accidental magic.

The only thing which he can call his golden fingers (cheats for reincarnator) are :

1) His future knowledge.

2) He can sense magic.

Though the bastard has surely squeezed out a lot just from these two things. His ability to sense magic can attributed to the many reasons:

a) He didn't have it before. So, on his first accidental magic, when it flowed from his magic core to his body, he immediately sensed this new energy.

b) God's gift.

c) Since he was in a soul form before (at the time he met the god) , he got a sense/connection to his soul. And since it contains magic, he can sense it.

After a few years in muggle London, when he turned eleven, he got his letter and went to Hogwarts. His backstory and explanation for most of his abnormalities is a non-existent old lady, who took him under her wing and taught him the ways of the world. Unfortunately, the old lady had to die, since she can't meet any of his acquaintances lest they discover that she, in fact, does not exist.

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A bit of magic theory:

According to his hypothesis, the magic stored in our soul or magic core is pure magic. Pure magic's colour was not know by anyone since most likely no can actually channel pure magic directly. A wizard can only channel his magic once the specific incantation of correct arithmetic sequence is used, or the intent is strong enough. Once this done, the magic would get converted in that specific spell and get successfully channelled. But since Chris can actually sense magic, either pure or converted, through practice and concentration, he can make use of pure magic.

Pure magic:

Color and composition - Kind of natural rainbow-ish 🌈 with smoky composition. (see the cover picture of this book.)

Effects and uses:

Usually flows through a wizard's body in a very minute amount. If channeled in the body it's passive effect is to naturally improve the body's condition. This is why magical children mature a bit faster since a bit of pure magic has improved their bodies a bit. And that's why they have a longer lifespan.

Imp. point: Pure magic's many uses have yet to be mentioned in the book. But, it has a lot of potential.

(A.N.-2: I can go on and on, so please comment here on things if have missed and I'll add an explanation on them in next chapter) comment->

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Days are passing by here in a blur. October is gone and it's November now. The School Quidditch cup season's here. And I have to say, Quidditch is really popular in the wizarding world. The same goes for dueling. These guys are always discussing about there favourite teams in the professional Quidditch leagues and about some popular duelist, thus making me want to dabble a bit in these two.

Tomorrow is the first match, between Griffindor and Slytherin. Currently, I am having dinner with Tonks and Hannah and Susan.

"So, are you coming to watch the match tomorrow?" I asked tonks while I started filling my plate with vegetables. Hannah, Susan and their friends were also talking about tomorrow's match.

"Nope, I don't have time for it. It's my N.E.W.T.S. year." She said while dropping her shoulders.

"My condolences to you." I sympathized with her.

She snorted."I'm not dead, you dummy."

I stopped eating and smiled at her. "Then live a little, Dora. I don't think you'll have any problems in your N.E.W.T.S. At least in the subjects required for joining the Auror training." I said.

Dora turned her head to look at me, "You sound like my dad." she then laughed. "But alas, the ruler of my home is my mom, and so, dad is always silenced whenever he says mutinous things like this." She sighed exaggeratedly. Then she looked at her dinner to her dinner, "Hey! you glutton, leave some meat for me as well." She scooped some meat from my plate.

"No! I need to eat a lot, or how will I grow taller than you?" I said while look for more meat plates on the table.

11 year old's can be around 4-5 feet. My height is a bit more than that due to more pure magic. My body has matured faster than normal wizards. Dora's height is around 5'6.

"You'll never grow taller than me." She proudly as she increased a bit more through her metamorphagus ability.

"Hey! That's cheating. Though...I might still overtake you in two or three years." I said while looking at the buttons that were about to pop out from the chest area of her robes. "After all, I bet you can't grow more than this." I goaded. Yeah, she didn't only grow in height right now.

Dora also followed my gaze.

"Oh...."She blushed and decreased her height immediately.

I also had to calm myself seeing her cuteness.

Just when I was about to tease her a bit more, Harry to our table after his Quidditch practice.

"Woods sure has run you ragged, bro." I said while looking at his tired appearance.

"It wasn't that bad. I had fun." Harry tried to defend his captain.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. I think you'll be even more miserable in you reach the finals. I've heard rumors about that guy.... Isn't he too much passionate?" I said.

Dora shook her head. "That's nothing. You haven't seen the World cup yet. Those people take passion to a whole new level." She shuddered as if she remembered something horrible.

I just snorted. Though she wasn't exaggerating. Football fans are also the same.

Harry then asked. "Why didn't you try out for the Ravenclaw team? If you show them a bit of your skills, I think they'll gladly take you in."

"I'm not interested. I fear I might be too OP for this shit." I said while sighing exaggeratedly.

"What's OP?" Asked Dora.

Harry of course knows all modern slangs since there's a lot we talk about, like comics. Dora is also getting there.

"Overpowered." answer Harry, looking proud for some reason. Haha, he must be feeling superior right now, after so much time of asking me these things and feeling idiotic for not knowing.

Harry didn't object much about me being OP in Quidditch. He thought I was way better than him. But, in fact, that's just because I have an adult brain. He would overtake me in some years if he keeps practicing and puts more of his brains into use. That is, of course, if I don't improve more. Right now, its just feels like an adult playing with child. He doesn't know much tactics and manoeuvre. He's just relying on his instincts and natural talent. But, he's getting better.

I looked the teacher's table while thinking whether Quirell would try to pull something off tomorrow.