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Second Chapter!
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The next day, when we gather in the Chamber of Secrets again, Darla is the first to try the Patronus Charm.
Curiously enough, she first throws a look at Ana, and then raises her wand. Taking a deep breath, Darla closes her eyes, and we see her smile wide, her face slowly reddening.
Okay, now I'm definitely curious.
"Expecto Patronum!" Darla says, very softly, and almost immediately, white mist starts pouring out of her wand tip, which then starts to form into a shield. The shield holds for a few seconds, and then, it slowly starts dissipating.
Darla, now tired, immediately sits down on the chair, sipping on the Hot chocolate, leaving us to look at her, impressed.
"Good job, Darla. See, nothing's impossible if you put your mind to it." I say, patting her on her head.
Ana has a proud smile on her face, which makes me realize that they really must've had some talk yesterday.
Soon, Ana has her own attempt at the spell, and in the first try itself, her Patronus takes the shape of an animal. An Arctic wolf was her Patronus. Dorea managed to form her own corporeal Patronus that day, albeit after a few attempts, with hers being a Lynx.
Darla, meanwhile just manages to form her Patronus at the end of the day, taking the form of a Lioness. When we leave the Chamber that day, Ana and I walk Dorea and Darla to their House common rooms, and start our walk towards the Ravenclaw common room.
While walking, I cast a privacy charm around Ana and I, and ask, "Did you force Darla into anything she didn't want to do?"
Ana snorts, and mumbles, "Oh, trust me, Mason. Darla wanted to do a lot more than what we did."
Sighing, I say, "Ana." in a warning tone.
Ana stops in her place, making me stop too, and looks up at me. She crosses her hands in front of her, and says, "What, Mason? You think that I will force myself on Darla? How low do you think of me, hm? Darla is my friend, she needed help in remembering a good memory, a happy memory, and I gave a new one to her because her family didn't give her enough of them. Is there anything else?"
I keep staring at Ana for a while, and then just drop my head. I say, "I apologise, Ana. I was out of line."
"Damn right, you were." Ana says, none too quietly.
Nodding, I say, "Darla is my friend, my first friend. I don't like her getting hurt. And she already has it hard in the muggle world because of what gender she likes. I don't want her to face the same problems here."
"And you think I don't? Mason, it might be hard to believe, but I don't like just boys. I like girls too, and I will have to hide it from everyone for the rest of my life. Like it or not, Wizards and Muggles agree on this one thing." Ana says, and starts walking towards the common room alone, leaving me to think.
Same sex relationships aren't common in the Wizarding World. I'd go as far as to say they're rare. They don't openly get cursed at or anything like that, but everyone always looks at them differently. Ana has it a little bit easier, since she's a bisexual, by her own statement. But I don't think anyone would like to hide half their identity for their entire life.
I care for Darla, a lot. But even I can admit that I was a dick to Ana right now. Sigh, I'll have to talk to both of them.
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A few days have gone since that incident, and I apologised to Ana, once again. Along with that, I spoke with Darla about her sexuality, and told her that she has a home with me, if things don't go right with her parents. Well, as soon as I have an actual home that is.
She cried, we hugged it out, and then I teased her about getting it on with her secret crush.
Right now, I was in the Potions Lab, with Professor Slughorn standing in front of us. I was with the 7th year students, listening to him talk. NEWT classes don't divide the students by the houses, since so few of them managed to get into the classes. My own class just had 15 students, of all houses.
"Usually, I do this at the start of your 7th Years, but some things had come up, which caused me to postpone this." Slughorn says, happiness oozing from his body. How one person can be so smiley, God knows.
Pointing at the three Cauldrons sitting in front of us, he says, "These three Potions are all above your level, but you should be able to recognise them if you've read Chapter 79 as I told you to. Now, who can tell me what this first potion is?"
The first potion was easy, and just by looking at it, anyone should be able to identify it. The potion was a gross green in colour, and even without being on the fire, bubbles were erupting on the surface.
Polyjuice Potion.
"That's the Polyjuice Potion, Professor." Some girl from Gryffindor says, without raising her hand.
Slughorn claps a few times, and says, "Wonderful, Ms Tofty! Take 5 points for Gryffindor! Although, I'd appreciate if you raise your hand first."
Soon, the other two potions are also identified, as Amortentia, and the Wiggenweld Potion, which I identified. I'd already managed to brew it a lot of times, one of which I allowed Slughorn to see. Hey, I might not have planned my early graduation, but I did plan to be in as high image as possible, when it comes to the Slug Club founder.
The Wiggenweld Potion is a cure for all sleeping potions, and it is also the only known cure to the Draught of Living Death, and the Draught of Peace, both of which put the drinker in an unbreakable sleep. Draught of Living Death puts them in the false death state, with every test showing them as dead, while Draught of Peace just puts them to sleep.
After that, came the part I was looking forward to. A fourth cauldron, sitting inconspicuously behind Slughorn. The sly smile on his face, when the same Gryffindor from before pointed at the Cauldron told me that he was waiting for someone to mention it.
"Ah, that is a bit above your level. I'm not going to lie, it'll take you being a Certified Potions Master to even attempt brewing that potion. Can anyone guess what it is?" Slughorn says, and then looks at us expectantly.
Seeing no one take the leap, I raise my hand, and once he nods at me, I say, "That's the Felix Felicus. Liquid Luck. It gives the drinker an hour worth of good fortune for every drop they consume. Of course, repeated use is harmful, and large quantities of the potion can cause recklessness, and extreme bad luck."
"Correct! Take 5 points, Mr Aves. The Felix Felicus was invented in the 1570s, by Zygmunt Budge. I've only taken the potion once in my entire life, when I was 23. I'd brewed it myself, and I drank 7 hours worth of the potion. Best 7 hours of my life!" Slughorn says, and then stares at empty space, lost in thoughts.
Someone clearing their throat brings him back, and he says, "Ahem, yes. Sorry for that. Today's task for you, is to brew the Draught of Living Death. The best attempt at the potion will win them a single vial of Liquid Luck. But be warned, the use of Felix Felicus is banned in any form of competitive sport, as well as your exams. So, I better not find out you've used it to cheat in exams. Now, you have 1 hour and 20 minutes. You may begin."
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"Well, that was easy." I say to myself, entering Salazar's room and keeping the vial of the golden potion on the shelf.
I wasn't yet good enough to try brewing this Potion, which is why I was waiting for Slughorn to offer it in his competition. Every consecutive year, he offers it as a prize to the 6th and 7th years. I can only guess that he must've had something important come up that prevented him from brewing the potion earlier this year.
~~What's so special about this Potion?~~ Sly asks, flying around my head.
You know, I liked him a lot more when he couldn't fly. Bloody annoying noodle.
Turning my head towards him, I say, ~~This potion makes you lucky. Doesn't matter what you try to do, you will have only good luck.~~
~~So, I can drink it before fighting a big snake, and I'll win?~~ Sly asks, looking at the vial with undisguised greed.
Slapping his head, I say, ~~Don't even try it. It doesn't work the same for animals.~~
Even a single drop will be like an overdose for Sly, or any other small animal. Bigger animals might get some benefits, but what do they even need good luck for?
~~Pity. I wanted to eat the squid in the lake up there.~~ Sly says, and lays down on the King's size bed that once belonged to Salazar.
You know those kids, who are smaller than everyone around, but want to fight every single person around them? Sly is like that. Except he wants to kill every other dangerous animal, and eat them.
Ignoring Sly, I enter the library, pick up the next book needed for Sorcery and sit down on the chair. At first, I'd ignored the other books, thinking that the "My Journey in learning the Mystic Arts of Kamar Taj" would have everything I'd need.
But then, I found out that it was just a journal, and was mostly focused on Salazar's own personal experiences. He did have Primers though, some of them enchanted into what I'm calling Parselscript, since only parselmouths can read them, while some were written in other languages.
I'd also found many primers in the Room of Knowledge- Sorcery, which I'd copied and brought down here. Few of them I'd already memorized, and read in my free time, while others I read whenever I come down here, or go to the Room of Knowledge.
The book I'd picked up right now, was a thin book, barely 50 pages long, but it looked promising.
'Portal Rings and How they work- Saraswati' the title page said, in Old Sanskrit. Honestly, this makes me want to slap myself really hard. I can't believe I dismissed this book just because it was thinner than most.
Sighing, I lean back, rest my feet on the footstool, and start reading. The one thing that'll make my life extremely easy, and I ignored it for so long. Well, I won't make that mistake again, that's for sure.
Now, better find out how Sling Rings work, so I can either create one for me, or find an alternative.
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A few days later, I'm in the Room of Hidden Things, Helena with me, and Sly hiding in the Chamber. Both of us were staring at the heaps of junk in front of us in contemplation. I was just staring at everything that amazed me.
"Why do you even need Silver for?" Helena asks, making me turn away from the amazing marble statue of a woman holding a clay water pitcher above her head.
"I need it for my Sorcery project. And I don't need just Silver, I need Goblin's Silver." I say, wondering why I'm wasting so much time. Right, because I get distracted by all the different things I keep seeing here.
Helena sighs, and says, "Mason, I don't think anyone is stupid enough to lose Goblin's Silver, let alone in Hogwarts."
I shrug, and say, "Doesn't hurt to look for it, does it? Plus, I don't need much, a few rings worth of it is enough."
Creating Sling Rings, or as the Sorceress Supreme Saraswati called them, Portal Rings, is fairly easy. It does need a highly magical metal, though. Lady Saraswati used Orichalum, but she wrote that other Magical metals worked well too. Orichalum was just the one she had easy access to when she invented the Rings.
But, even still, I know that just any magical metal won't work. It has to be something that's right at the top, something that can conduct Universal, and probably even Dimensional Magic, if needed.
And what metal do I know, that can even adapt to something like Basilisk venom?
Helena frowns, and asks, "Do you even know how to reforge Goblin's Silver into Rings?"
"I've read a book or two about the process. How hard could it be?" I say, distractedly waving my hand at her.
Helena just shakes her head at me, and says, "Maybe one day, you'll regret asking this question."
Maybe I will, but as I said just a few days ago, nothing is impossible. Plus, I have memorized the entire process of reforging Goblin's Silver magically. I won't even need to touch a single hammer to do that!
"Let's get this over with." I say, more to myself, than to Helena, and point my two hands towards two directions. Sending as much magic to my hands as they can handle, I yell, "ACCIO GOBLIN'S SILVER!"
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"Did you seriously think this would work?" Helena asks, looking at me incredulously. Slapping her face, she groans and says, "The Ravenclaw bloodline is doomed!"
I drop my head, and groan myself. I actually thought this would work. I really should have considered the fact that almost ever Goblin weapon is enchanted to resist the Summoning spell. And Goblin Enchantments don't just.. go away.
"Shut up. I didn't see you coming up with a better plan." I grumble, kicking a dust bunny away from me.
Helena humphs, and says, "As a matter of fact, I do have a good plan. But for that, you'll need to find something that actually has Goblin's Silver."
Find Goblin's Silver to find Goblin's Silver. Jeez, really helpful plan, but if it works, good enough for me.
"You sure?" I ask, because finding one Goblin's Silver item won't be as hard as finding every Goblin's Silver item here. I think.
Helena waves me away, and removes a solid chalk from her robes. What the hell is this? She's a bloody ghost, and she has a solid chalk in her gown?
She begins writing Runes on the ground, and says, "Yes, find me a single Goblin's Silver piece, and I'll give you everything that's in this room that has it. Don't get your hopes up, though. As I said, people aren't stupid enough to lose Goblin's Silver."
Sighing, I sit down with my back to the wall, and enter the Astral Plane. With a single glance at Helena, who was moving half as fast now, I jump into a heap a few piles behind the first one, and start looking.
If someone lost Goblin's Silver, or if they wanted to hide it, it won't be at the exact forefront of the room.
20 minutes and 7 piles of different junk later, I return to Helena with a single broken Armour plate, made of Goblin's Silver. The armour plate was just a couple inches big, and had a crack right down the middle. It also had brown blotches of blood, which leaves no doubt that it was purposefully hidden here.
'Someone took a school fight really seriously, me thinks.'
By now, Helena had finished writing the Runes on the floor for whatever she wanted, and was waiting for me. Taking the armour plate from me, she says, "Go back to your body. I need your blood."
"Excuse me?!" I yell, taking a few steps back, floating a few steps back.
Helena rolls her eyes, and places the armour plate in the centre of the Rune Scheme. She points at one Rune, and says, "Don't be a jessie. You want to find a lot more Goblin's Silver to satisfy your hoarding tendency, yes? Then drop 5 drops of blood on the outer edge of that Sowilo."
Grumbling about the bossy ghost lady, I float back into my body, and then walk towards the Rune Scheme. Looking at it, I can tell that it is a higher level Summoning Charm. But, this one needs a sample of what you want to summon, along with a small sacrifice of blood. No wonder Rune Spells are almost unused, right now.
Whether I'll use them or not, depends on how this spell goes.
Pointing my right index finger upwards, I conjure a burning orange dagger around it, using a Sorcery spell, and nick my left thumb with it. Carefully, I drop 5 drops of blood on the outer edges of the Rune, so as to not ruin it completely.
Helena nods in satisfaction, looking proudly at me, and says, "Now, stand back."
Can ghosts use Magic like this? I didn't know that. I mean, I know Helena is a different kind of ghost, thanks to her Mutation, I think, but using Magic as a ghost? That's literally supposed to be impossible.
Without saying anything, as I walk a few steps backwards, Helena floats towards the back of the Rune Scheme, at the point closest to the door, and places her hands on the same Rune where I poured my blood.
Closing her eyes, she intones, "Accio Argenti!"
Almost immediately, things from all around the room start rising up into the air, and come shooting towards the Rune Scheme. Banging my fists together,(Boom boom whoosh!), I create a single orange Tao Mandala shield in front of me, stopping a single dagger that overshot it's target.
"Don't you already have a spell to stop physical objects?" Helena asks, still kneeling in front of the Rune spell.
Rolling my eyes, I say, "I've got to get used to using both kinds of Magic, Helena. Just because I'm a wizard first doesn't mean that I'll completely rely on Wizardry spells."
I can't use Sorcery spells in public though, at least, not the Wizarding public. Sorcerers are hidden, and there's almost no likelihood that the normal everyday wizard knows about them. The Government, Department of Mysteries, or the ICW, however, most definitely know about them.
Fighting demon's and evil Sorcerers in muggle world doesn't make them inconspicuous, and it probably just increases the workload for the Obliviators. Speaking of, the Government probably hates the Sorcerers.
"Suit yourself." Helena says, and focuses on the stuff flying in towards her, and sometimes even through her.
Swords, daggers, rings, necklaces, a crown, cups, plates, shields, and even Armour. All in all, once the things stop flying in, Helena and I have in front of us about 30 various items, all made of Goblin's Silver.
Most of them were broken beyond repair, which is really surprising, considering that Goblin's advertise their Silver as unbreakable, but there were a few items completely intact. And they were Goblin's Silver, not fake either. I could just feel how magical the metal is.
"Is this enough?" Helena asks, waving at the pile of my new possessions.
Rubbing my hands, I say, "Oh, yeah. This is definitely enough. Helena look at that sword! And that arrow! Sometimes I think Wizards can't be too stupid, and then someone loses something as precious as this!"
"And you say you don't have a hoarding tendency?" Helena asks, shaking her head.
I choose to ignore her, since I have a new item to study. And I have to repair the sword, because I want me a sword.
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About a week after I'd.. liberated a stockpile of Goblin's Silver from the Room of Hidden Things, I was once again in the Room of Requirements. Only now, the Room was transformed into something else.
A Forge.
I know nothing about actual Metal working, but I have an eidetic memory, Telepathy that I'd already used on a muggle blacksmith a while back, and I've read Rowena Ravenclaw's notes on reforging Goblin's Silver.
But, I'm not stupid enough to start metal working directly on something so precious as Silver, let alone Goblin's Silver. Which is why, I was starting with steel. I'd returned to the Room of Hidden Things to find a few items made of steel, and brought them here just for that purpose.
Lighting the furnace with a simple Incendio charm, I wince at the high amount of heat I immediately feel. The enchantments on the Magical furnace ensured that the temperature would reach as high as you want them to, but it did nothing to prevent me from feeling the heat. Can't work with fire if you can't feel the heat.
How the Room of Requirements managed something like this, I'll never know. Did Hogwarts once teach metal working? I'd have to ask Helena that, but I haven't seen her ever since that day.
"First things first, put the steel in the crucible." I whisper to myself, speaking out loud so the instructions reach my own mind properly. The first items to be melted turn out to be a couple of owl cages.
Throwing them inside the crucible, I cover it up, and wait. A few minutes at the absurdly high temperature is all it takes for the two owl cages to melt completely, and I make sure of it by stirring them with a spell.
"Next, lift the melted metal out of the crucible, and shape it with your magic." I repeat the instructions from Rowena's manual.
Granted, that her instructions were for Goblin's Silver, but it can't be that different.. can it?
Shrugging, I use a spell specifically required for Metal working, called the Upliftment Charm. The only thing it can do, is lift up completely melted metals, and nothing else. If the metal wasn't melted completely, only the melted part would lift, while anything that wasn't melted, or metallic in nature, wasn't lifted at all. In a way, this spell was also useful in getting rid of the impurities.
"Vitae Metallum!" I intone, pointing my wand at the crucible.
Slowly, very slowly, the melted metal rises out of the Crucible, and floats aimlessly in the same spot. Then, once it's steady, I focus my magic through the Wand, again, stare at the slowly cooling lump of steel, and intone, "Diffingo!"
This spell is what actually reshapes the melted metal according to the user's wishes. I had the image of a small dagger in my mind, since the steel was just enough for that. Again and again, I cast the same spell, "Diffingo." And the melted metal slowly starts changing shape.
From a shapeless lump of molten steel, the steel becomes elongated at first. At the next spell, it becomes pointed at the top. At the next, it takes the rough shape of a dagger, handle and blade.
And finally, just before the steel completely cools down, I cast the final spell to give it some detail.
Now, in front of me, was a dagger 10 inches long, pointed at the tim, with a steel handle and steel blade, and had two edges. The problem was, the blades were blunt, the point was crooked, and the handle was twice as large as the blade.
"It's a good first attempt, I'd say." I speak out loud, trying to convince myself.
The Upliftment Charm stops working, now that the steel has completely become solid again, and the roughly shaped first attempt of a dagger falls down on the stoned floor of the Room of Requirements.
With a clang, the dagger drops on the ground, and almost immediately breaks into 10 different pieces. I just stare at it, some part of me amused, while the bigger part of me relieved.
"Well.. thank God, I didn't use Goblin's Silver directly." I whisper, gathering the broken pieces of my first project, and keeping it away. I'd read that failed projects cannot be used again immediately, they need to be kept as is for a week or so.
Not like I have a shortage of time with this handy bangle on my wrist. Time Slower, baby. And now, I could slow time for me to the quarter. For every second that passes for anyone other than me, 4 seconds pass for me.
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An entire month, I took, to learn how to successfully reforge metal, and then reshape it into anything I want.
Kinda arrogant, when I say that I expected it to take a week at most, doesn't it? It is a Magical process, so I did actually expect a lot less time than a month.
Most of it was a game of focus, and Intent, but a lot of it also included my Magic's behaviour. At first, my magic was not being used to Metal working, and so, despite my perfect focus, and focused intent, the daggers failed, almost a dozen times.
I'd almost given up hope, but then, on the next try, the dagger came out better shaped, looking exactly like what I wanted to look like, except it's handle was still a bit on the larger side. A few more days later, it became perfect.
And then came the hard part. Sharpening the dagger. There was no spell for it, to my great sorrow, although there were spells to grind a whetstone on a sword/dagger without you doing it. But that needed the dagger to actually be sharp. There was even a spell to sharpen the quill tips, but nothing for steel weapons.
So, I had to jury rigg a wheel grinder, using a Penny-farthing bicycle, transfigured stone wheels enchanted to stay that way, and a lot of charms to keep the wheel spinning, and to prevent the stone wheel from breaking. A few more spells were used on the bicycle to prevent the cycle parts from breaking too, but that was pretty much a given.
A week after that, I managed to successfully sharpen my first dagger, and a week after that, I became adept at sharpening weapons.
And while I didn't actually need it for my Sling Ring project, it was too useful to not try to learn while I had the opportunity. I also practiced hammering the items I'm making, just for that purpose.
And so, after I'd gone a week without messing up a single thing while creating spoons, daggers, kitchen knives, rings, toe rings, helmets, and literally anything that caught my eye that day, I moved on to trying reforging Goblin's Silver.
You know how I said the Magical furnace maintains a temperature according to your wishes, and you just need to cast the Incendio charm once? Well, that plan got thrown out the window almost immediately.
Goblin's Silver needs a temperature of 4000° Celcius, while the maximum temperature that my furnace can give out without exploding is 2000° C.
So, I had to create a new furnace, all by my own hands and magic, and enchant it myself using the Old Atlantic Runes that I was learning. These Runes are a lot better at achieving extreme things than the Nordic Runes, so of course I'm using them.
5 days were taken up by building a forge in a tunnel in the Chamber of Secrets, since if I'm going to build a forge, I'm making it only for myself. I'm a Ravenclaw, we're selfish.
The chosen tunnel was under the Basilisk's sleeping area, and I had to use my broom to fly down to reach there. At the end of the long tunnel, there was just a single cave, with no secret about it. It was just a tunnel, that I repurposed for my forging needs.
The Cave was expanded to the size of the Great Hall, with one corner taking up the furnace, while another taking up the hammering and grinding area. The opposite side had the rack, where I kept all my finished projects from before most of which were just for show.
The room was also Enchanted to purify the air and provide me with oxygen, so I don't suffocate and die because of the fumes, or because of a lack of oxygen.
Another Vanishing Trunk was placed there, connected to the network of the first two Trunks, so I can come and Go as I please. And then, I began working on Goblin's Silver.
The first thing I did, was create another Artefact for myself, that allowed me to regulate the temperature I feel. I still allowed some heat to seep through, but nothing close to the 4000°C that was needed for Goblin's Silver.
The first few attempts were failures, since my Magic was not used to reshaping Goblin's Silver, and I had to allow it to get a feel for it. And when I finally succeeded in creating a small butter knife, perfectly shaped, made of Goblin's Silver, I became ecstatic.
"Oh boy, oh boy!" I whisper, looking at the butter knife in fascination. Goblin's Silver, even without hammering, was a naturally durable metal. But just how much stress it can handle, can only be determined by a durability test.
Chuckling, I pick the butter knife, and speak in an exaggerated sweet, loud voice, "Hello, my name is Mason, and welcome to my Youtube channel! Today we're going to be testing the durability of my first butter knife! Don't forget to hit subscribe, and click on the bell icon to get regular updates."
"What are you doing?" Helena asks, suddenly making herself known.
"AAH!" I definitely did not yell in fear, and I ask, "What the hell, Helena? Can't you give a guy a warning?"
Helena gives me a look, and says, "You've been here for hours, Mason. It's almost time for breakfast… did you even sleep?"
I wave my hand, and say, "Sleep is overrated when it's night. Now, day sleep, however, ah, that's the stuff."
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"Are you okay?" Helena asks.
"I.. actually don't think I am. I haven't slept in two days. I'm just.. so excited to finally create a Portal Ring, Helena!" I exclaim, looking at the knife in wonder, eager to start my tests.
Helena sighs, and says, "Today is sunday, believe it or not, so you're extremely lucky. Now, I'd like to see you sleeping in your room before your roommates wake up. Sleep for 10 hours and no less."
I open my mouth to complain, but Helena glares at me like I'm a bloody child, and says, "No buts. You're burning yourself out, and it's not just the effects of the furnace. Take a break, and then return to your tasks. But don't forget to do it in moderation. Too much fire, even if you don't feel it, will mess with your head."
If that's true, no wonder the Goblins become this grumpy.
Gasping, I ask, "Am I turning into a Goblin?"
Helena shrugs, and says, "If that works, then yes. Now, get going. The dagger will be here when you get back."
Sighing, and agreeing that she's right, I snap my fingers, extinguishing the furnace, and start my walk towards the rack that holds my loving creations.
A complete set of armour, completely non magical, spoons, daggers, a useless giant spoon, two swords, a shield, and a steel cage. And along with all that, was the Vanishing Trunk. Helena floats outside the Forge, while I go towards the Trunk.
The Forge was already hidden behind an illusion of a solid wall, that needs a Parseltongue password to reveal itself. There were also wards there that will warn me if anyone enters the Forge, or tries to do so.
As I leave the Forge, the Wards activate all on their own, and I exit the Vanishing Trunk in my Dorm Room. The 7th Year Dorm Room, since I do actually sit my classes with them. I fall asleep as soon as I rest my head on the pillow, leaving me just enough time to conjure a simple note for my dorm-mates.
'Too tired, too sick. Don't wake me up.'
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