Training with Dawlmort.

The ministry awarded the Order of Merlin second class to Quirrel a few weeks after the school break started. It wasn't a high-end affair and was washed to the back of the newspapers. Mostly because the chief warlock Dumbledore didn't feel the need to advertise the dark wizard shenanigan again even though Fudge wanted to use it to reduce Dumbledore's influence.

I received the golden medal hung on a purple ribbon from an enthusiastic Fudge.

"I expect great things from you" said Fudge.

"Thank you for this honor minister" I accepted the medal and said.

[Side mission accomplished - As a candidate for being a great wizard how can you not get a prestigious award offered by the magical community. Even though it is second class and no one truly remembers a silver medalist, it is nonetheless commendable. Reward - complementary Purple and black charismatic robes that go well with the medal.]

"That is unlike you, giving something for free. Tell me the truth, all these charismatic robes you have given me, are they also from some dead wizards" I asked.

[How dare you question the benevolence of the system. To answer your question the designs for the charismatic robes were obtained from an Italian witch Giovanna Luigi, who introduced them. But they were considered quite progressive for the time period and she was sentenced to death.]

"Cool, another dead witch's legacy. Thank you" I said rolling my eyes.

The rest of the days went like clockwork. Morning training with the playbook. Resting to recover from injuries till night and sparring with Dawlmort in the virtual training room.

Dawlmort was completely off the charts. He had the spell repository of Voldermort but with the magical power of Dawlish. I was dealing with one dark curse after another. He had a wide range of debuffing spells like weakness, blindness, deafness, plague inducing, and so on.

I dealt with a mixture of blindening-bonebreaker-torrent of darkness spell chain. I casted a Protego horribilis. But I was primarily on defense. I must admit, the torrent of darkness spell was indeed quite versatile. It had the strength of a bone breaker with the flexibility of a water elemental spell. I lost horribly after a few bouts of defending. I thought of using areal magic and giving myself a boost in speed. But that was absolute suicide unless I was extremely proficient in it.

Training with Dawlmort made me realize that my experience with magic is abysmal compared to other witches and wizards. I may have memories of the old Quirrell, but even with the system I only had just over a year to accumulate experience. Once I felt like the training with Dawlmort has hit a plateau where I am unable to win, I knew I had to change my approach. And my approach was to use magic as it was meant to be used in the wizarding world. Someone who just pops up into the magical world views magic as a wonderful thing. Whereas for a person born into it it just feels normal, like brushing teeth or paying your bills. I need to get accustomed to magic so that it feels like a part of me and not something I got by luck.

So I stopped my training sessions. Focused on flying and dealing with the mad playbook. I did my regular routine of lumos and its variant spells to level that up. Besides that working on one curse-breaking and one rune a day from the cubes, I spent the rest of my time doing chores, walking down the beach, and trying anything and everything that I felt magic can do.

And it started getting better. Unknowingly things started to fall into places I wanted. I walk into my study with my wand, even without any incantation or fancy wand movement, the books cleared up and packed on the shelves, a parchment flew from the side and laid on the table, the quill and ink moved to a comfortable position. It seemed so small at first and that's when I realized I was unconsciously guiding magic out of me for what I wanted to do. It seems like wands are indeed like training wheels on a bicycle and I am like a toddler learning how to use it.

[The host seems to have made progress in your magical understanding. All you have to do now is find the direction in which your magic should develop, and that's when you take the next step towards being a great wizard.]

"Thanks, system. I am grateful that you came to me when I came into this dangerous world. But do you think you could tone down the zen wisdom a level".

[No, that cannot be done. You should learn from me and start sharing your zen wisdom with students.]

[New Mission - Train 5 students to make them competent duelers. Reward - Godfathers Aura training method]

"Let's get the obvious question answered, shall we system" I asked.

[Godfathers aura training method is a method of life using magic to amplify your emotions to project your will.]

"You are getting bizarre by the day or I am getting stupider by the minute".

[In layman's terms consider Dumbledore, he has succeeded in cultivating Grandfatherly aura to partial success. So a person who sees him for the first time considers him like a grandfather with sweets and he will want to perform well not to disappoint him. Similar to that Godfatherly aura provides your allies with a sense of protection. Unlike the Grandfatherly aura which asks the allies to give, in godfatherly aura you have to give.]

"I am still confused. Is this a mind art of some sort that manipulates people? And what do I have to give?"

[I feel like I am speaking to a baby. Of course no, it's not a manipulative mind art. What you have to give is a sense of protection, a feeling that you would have their backs if things go south. And you have to mean it and act on it otherwise say goodbye to that aura. It will make sure your allies, students, and friends be more open with you, and you don't end up lonely as I have.]

"What do you mean to end up lonely as you have?" I panicked, what does that mean.

[What are you saying? Who is lonely?]

'What's up with the system?' I thought.

[All you need to know is this reward is good. The training book belonged to Andros the Invincible, an ancient Greek wizard who was known to have a giant-sized Patronus. He was a defender of one of the watchtowers of Athens during Gigantomachy. Multitudes of witches and wizards who attacked Athens tried to get past him to no avail. There was a saying in Athens, as long as Godfather Andros stands, Athens will never fall. He did not create this method, he was forced into it by learning it automatically by circumstances. Magic often does weird things.]

"What happened to him? And Gigantomachy was real?"

{Those are not relevant. All you need to do is work on yourself and believe]

"Why do I feel like you are hiding so much information from me?"

[That's because I am. Please go back to work. The system needs to rest after utilizing so much brainpower to explain things to you.]