Ritual

Henry was drawing runes on the floor in the basement of his house in the room he'd prepared for the ritual. Jarvis was in control of his body. Runes were drawn all over the room. The room was furnished with black granite. Even the door was granite. Although Henry gave control of his body to Jarvis, he was still conscious. He was watching Jarvis work and following the process. The room was filled with many languages and a mixture of old forgotten magic symbols and newly created runes.

"How long will it take, Jarvis?" asked Henry. The entire room was already full of runes. "The drawing of the runes is complete, sir. There are only minor adjustments left at the junction points for the combination of different types of runes. The process will continue for another two hours," said Jarvis. Henry was examining the screen on which Jarvis reflected the function of the runes in the room. The general purpose of the ritual was to make changes in Henry's body to increase his growth capacity.

Although Occlumency and Legillimency were also exceptionally talented, his magical output was considered being in the upper-middle segment. It was far from the level of Dumbledore and Voldemort. It was the ritual he performed to reach his predicted level by skipping the rituals that these two grand wizards had experienced. Henry did not want to be like Voldemort. He was not willing to give up everything for power. As much as he hated Dumbledore, he was more interested in his methods.

"Dumbledore should have been much more powerful than Voldemort in his youth. Voldemort was already in his fifties when he trained at Hogwarts. Dumbledore had noticed Tom even when he was dealing with Grindelwald. If Grindelwald's rise had not happened at this time, Tom Riddle would never have risen as a dark lord. Dumbledore wouldn't have allowed it," Henry thought. Dumbledore was far more intelligent and powerful than both Grindelwald and Voldemort. This was an indisputable fact.

"If the future of the world is like in the films, there must be a better explanation for why Dumbledore died. As far as I know, Dumbledore is also seeking immortality. His curiosity about death relics in his youth and his curiosity about the philosopher's stone now show this. Unlike Voldemort, he is smart enough not to harm his soul. The only logical explanation could be his early dementia due to the results of the rituals he performed in his youth and being affected by the curse Voldemort put on the ring by mistake. But he's not interested in the horcrux method, so why did he look for them?" Henry mused.

"I'll have to make more observations this year and act accordingly," Henry thought. "Sir, Harry Potter and his friends are in Diagon Alley," said Axy. "Okay, Axy. Keep observing them. Keep an eye on them, especially Lucius Malfoy in Flourish and Blotts," Henry said. Axy nodded and disappeared as he had come. Henry was also interested in the horcruxes that would appear this year. If he had the chance at Hogwarts, he would get his hands on it and analyse it.

Time passed quickly, and Jarvis finished setting up the ritual. "Sir, everything is ready, the necessary magical creature parts are in place. I advise you to activate the ritual in ten minutes," said Jarvis. The ritual included the phoenix's tear, tail feather, unicorn hair, thestral bone. Henry prepared himself for the ritual after informing Axy not to disturb him. After checking that he was in optimum condition, he returned to the ritual room in the basement. He entered the ritual circle and sat in the centre, slitting both wrists. He began to mutter incantations in Parseltounge and the runes in the ritual began to glisten with his blood.

Henry continued to cast the spell until he fainted from anaemia. When Henry fainted, the runes on the ritual were at their brightest point. The pieces of the ritual rose into the air and began to dissolve. Henry was lying unconscious on his back on the floor at this time. The dissolved pieces of the magical creature began to enter Henry's body through his wrists. The blood flowing from Henry's wrists continued to flow over all the runes drawn in the room. Even the rune on the ceiling right above Henry became wet with Henry's blood, and the blood on the runes began to glow.

The runes lost their brightness and Henry's blood on the runes reached the peak of its brightness. Henry's heart began to slow down and beat weakly for the last time. As Henry's heart stopped, the blood on the runes began to enter his body through the cut on Henry's wrists. Henry's blood vessels became visible as the bright blood entering into them. Without a heartbeat, the bright blood began to circulate in the veins in his body. When the last drop of Henry's blood flowed back into his body, his cut wrists glowed and began to heal as fast as the eye could see.

Henry's heart began to work again, stronger than before with the blood circulating in his body. The sound of his heartbeat echoed loudly and audibly in the ritual room. The magic blood entering Henry's body gradually lost its brightness. When the last bright blood disappeared, Henry took a deep breath and opened his eyes as if waking up from a terrible nightmare. Henry sat up, breathing deeply as if he had run a marathon, and looked at the wrists he had cut. "Jarvis?" Henry asked.

"Congratulations sir, you have successfully performed the ritual," Jarvis said, happiness in his voice. Henry slowly stood up. He tried to examine and feel the changes in his body. Henry's height had reached 1.65 metres. His skin had become smoother and whiter. His heart was beating very fast, and he was sweating a lot. The colour of his sweat changed every second. He would sweat yellow, green, blue and red and mix them together to make a black colour. When Henry realised that he smelled very bad, he left the ritual room and went into his bathroom in the basement.

After filling the tub and using wandless magic to heat the water, he got in. "Jarvis, were you able to collect data during the process?" asked Henry. "Sir, unfortunately, I was able to collect information in the first half of the process. When you lost consciousness, the data flow was interrupted, and I became passive. When your heart started beating again, I became active again, but the data flow was still interrupted," said Jarvis and continued, "However, according to my preliminary findings, the ritual meets the desired results; your magic and physical strength seem to increase threefold," said Jarvis.

Henry continued talking to Jarvis and stayed in the tub for another two hours. The water in the tub was constantly being refreshed, but its colour was black for two hours. When Henry finally got out of the bath, he had stopped sweating. But his body was very thin, almost emaciated. "Axy, take me to the kitchen and feed me until I'm full," Henry said. Axy appeared at Henry's side, surprised at his condition, but obeyed his orders. Henry ate for three hours until he was full.

After eating what a small family would eat in a week, Henry went down to the basement again, but this time, he went into an original room. The inside of the room had been enlarged with the expansion charm. It was about the size of three football pitches. The ceiling was enchanted to reflect the sky. The floor was covered with soil and sown with grass. Henry entered the room and said, "Jarvis, start the test." Henry immediately started running. After running ten kilometres, he was slightly sweaty but not tired. "Congratulations, sir, your speed is sixty kilometres per hour. With the completion of the consumption of additional potions in the ritual, you will reach ninety kilometres per hour. When you become an adult, this speed will reach one hundred and fifty kilometres per hour. This limit may vary as your magic and your body's development increase," Jarvis said. "Let's move on to the other tests," Henry grinned.

Throughout the day, he put his physique and magic through many tests. The ritual was a complete success. It had strengthened his magic and physique and increased his growth without any side effects. While Henry was doing the last tests, he suddenly stopped. "Jarvis, what's going on? What do I see?" he asked. Henry's eyes suddenly flashed blue, and he stopped. "Sir, I think you've gained magical sight. Congratulations," Jarvis said, and Henry stiffened.