CH 07
Several weeks later, Marcus found himself levering his trunk up onto the Hogwarts' Express and thinking about what happened just a couple of minutes ago as his father tried to introduce him to the Malfoy family.....
He shuddered when he thought about Lucious patting his shoulder as he greeted him... What next, having a hug with Voldemort...Nah I think I will leave the honour to Draco...
Well, actually it was a pleasure meeting with them... As my family is a kind of in a business partner with the Malfoy's, so I felt happy as my father has said nothing about being a Draco minion or something...
And Draco being himself tried to invite me to his little group, but I just dismissed him...
The Platform Nine and Three Quarters was a bustle of activity on the first of September, filled with hundreds of families sending their children off to Hogwarts.
Owls hooted in their cages, cats caterwauled in their carriers or just wandered between people's legs, and a chatter of voices filled the air.
A giant scarlet engine stood at one end of the platform, followed by half a dozen old-fashioned-looking passenger cars.
Along the back wall, a little row of vendors was selling magazines and charmed trinkets and breakfast sandwiches, mainly to the parents.
And The train was a magnificent piece of work, the Hogwarts Express took the form of a large red, 4-6-0 steam engine, named Hogwarts Castle. Originally steam fitted by the Muggles who built it, the locomotive later ran only on magic.
After boarding the train I chose an empty compartment and levitated my trank to the empty shelf on the side and took my seat as I read a book about the history of magic.....
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The last month was productive as I finally got my wand...
Well, my wand was a complicated matter as researched, about wand meaning and traits, I was surprised of what I found and I quote...
the Elder wood was the rarest wand wood of all and reputed to be deeply unlucky, the elder wand is trickier to master than any other. It contains powerful magic, but scorns to remain with any owner who is not the superior of his or her company; it takes a remarkable wizard to keep the elder wand for any length of time.
The old superstition, 'wand of elder, never prosper,' has its basis in this fear of the wand, but in fact, the superstition is baseless, and those foolish wand makers who refuse to work with elder do so more because they doubt they will be able to sell their products than from fear of working with this wood.
The truth is that only a highly unusual person will find their perfect match in the elder, and on the rare occasion when such a pairing occurs, I take it as certain that the witch or wizard in question is marked out for a special destiny.
And for the unicorn core hair
Unicorn hair generally produces the most consistent magic and is least subject to fluctuations and blockages.
Wands with unicorn cores are generally the most difficult to turn to the Dark Arts. They are the most faithful of all wands, and usually remain strongly attached to their first owner, irrespective of whether he or she was an accomplished witch or wizard.
Minor disadvantages of unicorn hair are that they do not make the most powerful wands (although the wand wood may compensate) and that they are prone to melancholy if seriously mishandled, meaning that the hair may 'die' and need replacing.
So you can imagine having a powerful unlucky wand that will make it hard for me to practice dark arts....
But as I practiced my first-year charms and spells, they came easily to me... From charms to jinxes, hexes, and curses.....
I kind of maste
red them but what I really want is to cast them silently then wandlesslly, and that is still a work in progress...
For the theory, I kind of completed my first-year books but there are still some questions need I to answer as they left some information in the books.....
And the hardest thing is occlumency, there is some progress as I started Organising my mind and built some kind of system in my mind just a basic outline of what I am planning for my mind defence... And my emotions become somewhat easy to control....
And I found that my Beyonder powers work just like in the lord of mysteries verse .... So I have to adapt the acting method is my powers can rise and somewhat digest the potion of the seer..... And maybe ranka up to higher sequence.
( the acting methods for those who don't know it.....The Acting Method is the process of acting according to the potion's name to fully digest the Beyonder potion. With the acting method)
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"Thud" the sound of the door opening brought me from my reminiscent... I sighed as this happens every time I read the history of magic books... I just can't concentrate when reading this menace of a book... And it only happens with this book...
I turned toward the door to find what I think was a first-year girl looking at me shyly...
"Well what can I help you with, miss " I spoke as I broke the silence between us
The girl started fidgeting and kept her head bowed down as I heard her murmur some words in a low voice
" I didn't quite hear you, " I spoke again in the room's silence...
" can I sit here "then I heard a whisper escape her lips...
I smiled as I gestured " well of course you can site " I guess I like her shyness as I used to think in my last life that shyness is a treasure for women.....
As I help her with her trank and she sat down, I introduced myself " hello, I Marcus yaxely, fancy meeting you "
She raised her head as I got a look at her then she said " my pleasure, I am Sue Li'
"Well, it was nice meeting sue Li " I returned then I took another book to read as I noticed that she was uncomfortable with talking so we just spent the whole ride in silence...
As we neared Hogwarts, we changed to our school robs... And how will I wear these robe for a whole year without burning them is beyond my reasoning...
As we got down from the train, I noticed the older students board onto carriages that were pulled with so kind of winged horse with a skeletal body, face with reptilian features, and wide, leathery wings that resemble a bat's... That is a Thestral I guess...
And he was interested again by a booming loud voice" Firs' years! All the firs' years over here, now!" As a giant man whose face was almost hidden in a massive, shaggy mane of black hair and a great big, bushy beard appeared in the front....well typical hagrid...
Then I saw him waving to a scrawny boy at the front... Guess that is our savour harry potter in person...
As I moved through the crowd, I glimpsed harry..... and boy he was a mess of bones and had a thin face, knobbly knees, black hair, and bright-green eyes... Just like I imagined him... Guess the Dursleys are still their canon asshols self...
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The voice boomed again over the crowd. "My name's Rubeus Hagrid—yeh can jus' call me Hagrid. I'm Keeper of Keys and Grounds here at Hogwarts. I'll be taking yeh up ter the castle. Firs' years follow me. Mind yer step, now…"...
As we followed him, the castle appeared before us and what a magnificent view it was
Hogwarts castle was vast, towering, and sprawling over the high mountain on which it sat overlooking a lake, and its many towers gleamed with firelight against the starry sky.
As we all loaded into boats to cross the lake. I got into the boat together with three other kids that I didn't recognise, right behind Hagrid's.
As we crossed, we could feel the wards of the castle approaching, a virtual wall of magic, ancient and singing with power. Most of the first years didn't notice until it was right on top of them. Marcus could feel it coming almost from the shore. with his spiritual vision.
When he reached the middle of the lake, he closed his eyes and let the words wash over him like waves.
They were immensely more powerful than the ones on their house—so powerful that they felt refreshing and energising to the touch—and richly layered with centuries of renewal and improvement.
Not just Marcus, but all the first-years felt awakened and lively when they passed through, even after the long day.
The great doors of Hogwarts Castle opened to reveal the familiar face of Professor McGonagall...
.She lined up the first years and briefly explained the Sorting Ceremony and the House Points System.
A few people screamed as the Hogwarts ghosts made an appearance, mostly the other muggle-borns, who hadn't been warned about them, but soon enough, McGonagall led them through another set of double doors into the Great Hall.....
The Great Hall was as awe-inspiring as their first look at the castle from outside. Four long tables stretched all the way from the doors to the High Table, where the rest of the professors were sitting, and thousands upon thousands of candles floated overhead, reaching up to the ceiling, which projected the velvety black of the night sky.
Yet this beautiful sight was also a deeply sobering one, all the more so as the hundreds of faces in the Great Hall watched the first years enter in profound silence...
They passed the more many older students and then quickly passed the younger ones. Near the front of the Hall, there were several empty seats for the new students to sit once they were sorted.
They reached the front of the Hall, and Professor McGonagall brought forth a stool on which she placed a tattered old hat... Ah the singing hat... More like the stinking hat, I guess it was never cleaned since the founders time
Professor McGonagall now stepped forward, holding a long roll of parchment.
"When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted," she said. "Abbott, Hannah!"
A pink-faced girl with blond pigtails stumbled out of line, put on the hat, which fell right down over her eyes, and sat down. A moment's pause—<br/>
"HUFFLEPUFF!" shouted the hat.
The second table from the right cheered and clapped as Hannah went to sit down at the Hufflepuff table. Harry saw the ghost of the Fat Friar waving merrily at her.
"Bones, Susan!"
"HUFFLEPUFF!" shouted the hat again, and Susan scuttled off to sit next to Hannah.
"Boot, Terry!"
"RAVENCLAW!"
Malfoy's lackey, Crabbe, Marcus noted, was quickly sorted into Slytherin, while the hat spent quite a bit longer on some of the other students.
Soon after, the next muggle-born, Kevin, went to Ravenclaw, while Justin was sorted into Hufflepuff. Malfoy's other bodyguard, Goyle, was another easy sort for Slytherin.
"Granger, Hermione!" GRYFFINDOR"
Greengrass, Daphne!"
A girl with long, flowing hair as bleach-blond as Malfoy's walked forward with a stately posture: the other scion of a Most Ancient House in their year.
"Slytherin"
Malfoy swaggered forward when his name was called and got his wish at once: the hat had barely touched his head when it screamed, "SLYTHERIN!"
But just a few names after that, it was Harry's turn. When Professor McGonagall called his name, the whispers returned with a vengeance: "The Harry Potter?" "Three sickles on GRYFFINDOR!"." "It's him!" "Did you see the scar?"
And boy the hat took its time with harry but finally, it shouted "GRYFFINDOR!" I sighed as I don't have to deal with a Ravenclaw or Slytherin harry.....
No sooner had Ron got past his brothers and sat down on the other side of Harry than professor McGonagall called for my name.....
I swaggered confidently toward the hat as I took it on I throw a quick (Scourgify) on the hat as I heard some murmurs from the student then I put it on...