First Class

|3 September 1991| Slytherin House - Lilian's dormitory|

Yesterday was a particular day. I can think about it as much as I want with my memory, so it's time to get back to training. Yesterday, I missed my morning training session due to my impatience, which is very bad. Training is like a ritual; you need a specific time, precise actions, and discipline in return for gaining skill and strength.

I wake up every day at 5 a.m. for the past 3 years, much to Nixie's dismay, and today classes start at 8 a.m., giving me 2 hours for practice and 1 hour to prepare and eat. As always, I do the same thing.

I draw external mana and pull it towards my body to form extremely dense mana under my navel, as it interferes the least with my organs.

 After reaching my bearable limit, I release it slowly into my body, harmonizing it with the external world. I repeat this process, refining every cell of my body.

This technique is the only one I've found to address my vision problem without relying on an external object. I created it myself, as wizards are already preoccupied with blood purity and don't bother solving cursed issues like werewolves, disabilities, and other uniqueness.

 Although potions exist to fix vision problems, I can't resolve my issue that way; I've already tried. So, I invented a technique that changed all my plans on the path to the top.

 This technique is a combination of the Chinese magical system (impractical), the ancient magical system (more talent-based), and the current modern system (too reliant on wands than oneself). 

The system I created is almost impractical, demanding a lot of time and talent, but it's a one-way ticket to becoming the strongest, utilizing the omnipotence of the surrounding mana.

The only reason I still use it is that ,one, I'm not lacking in talent, and two, usually, to even start my exercises, you need a body, mind, and soul perfectly in harmony, which normally takes ten years. 

But I used a shortcut that cost most of the ancient ingredients in the other Potter vault and about 20 percent of our fortune. If a potion exists to affect the causality of events with Felix Felicis, of course, there is one for this.

Just to say, it takes immense wealth and talent for my technique, and I must refill the Potter coffers. In short, there are several levels of mastery:

-The first, the harmony of being, which takes a minimum of ten years, which I skipped with the potion.

-The second, the mana skin, is projecting mana inside the body to the outside on the surface of the body. Complicated but doesn't take too much time since it just requires control. This is where I am.

-Finally, the extension of the territory. With my cane in hand, I have an influence of 5 meters, and when I project a personal mana echo, I can see up to 15 meters, depending on the power and intensity of my mana.

I have to mention that my cane serves only for this—to project my mana out of my body and amplify it.

 Finishing my exercise, I woke up my new roommate, Blaise, to go have breakfast.

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"Damn, I can't believe we have class so early in the morning! It's the toughest class," complained Tracey, accompanied by Daphne, as we walked from the common room.

"It could have been worse, Tracey. I heard from the upper years that the worst is History of Magic in the morning because it's impossible to stay awake," the cheerful Blaise, once again showcasing his political, uh, I mean, social skills. He managed to be liked by our seniors and apparently had a normal conversation with the two already notorious trolls in our year, which is incomprehensible.

"So, which way is it?" asked Tracey, to which I responded.

"We need to go down this staircase, through the entrance hall to the viaduct, and arrive at the inner courtyard; it's the room at the back on the left."

They all stopped at my response, looking at me like a monster, or in Tracey's case, a genius capable of granting all her wishes.

 "Have you already memorized all of Hogwarts?" inquired Daphne, her distinguished demeanor momentarily lost. It was quite amusing to witness.

"Not everything, just 20 percent during my visit with Harry. If I had focused on that fact, I might have memorized double. Hogwarts is truly incredible," I said, and they continued to stare at me with strange expressions. Did I say something wrong?

"It's you who's incredible; 20 percent is already huge. At least we're sure not to get lost with you," praised Blaise.

As we continued discussing during the journey, we finally reached our destination. In the room, I could see a girl trying to pet the cat on the professor's desk.

 I think her name was Hermione, and she got along well with my brother. I greeted her courteously, and she returned the greeting but quickly went back to her seat, probably shy, as seen from her attempts to play with the cat.

As the class filled up, a feeling of unease came over me due to the cat's behavior. I know very little about them, but enough to know that it's odd.

When the class time arrived, neither the professor nor my idiotic little brother had arrived. Hearing a pair of hurried footsteps running towards us, I thought they had made it on time before the professor.

But before the two could sit, the cat on the desk transformed into our professor.

 "Oh, yes, what an idiot I am—an Animagus," I exclaimed, realizing the situation.

"Minus 10 points for Gryffindor for your tardiness and plus 5 points to Slytherin for Mr. Potter's knowledge," announced Professor McGonagall.

While I lamented my lack of logic, the class began. "Transfiguration is one of the most dangerous and complex forms of magic you will have to study. Anyone who disrupts my class will be immediately expelled with a ban on returning. You have been warned," she declared, scanning everyone in the class.

"Take out your wands today; you will learn to transform a needle into metal like this."

As she taught the basics, she suddenly looked at me and asked, "Mr. Potter, where is your wand?"

"I don't use a wand, Professor McGonagall, but my cane. I know it is advisable to use a wand, but it is not forbidden to use another Mana core according to the regulations."

Surprised by my response, she said, "Very well, but in case your potential is hindered by this choice, we will impose a wand, with the director's agreement. Am I clear?"

Putting a faint smile on my face, I replied, "Very clear, Professor McGonagall."

As the class began, I reviewed the method of the modern system to perform this spell.

 If I were to differentiate my system from what most current wizards use, I would use Muggle technology to explain a new technology called a programming language.

 If mine were a language based on the precision of various action parameters to perform a malleable command, then the new magical system would be a series of predefined movements for a strict command.

In essence, I shape the magic by myself with my power, while they make wand movements and speak the spell's name out loud like idiots for a predictable action. Mine offers more freedom and potential but is very demanding, and theirs is very limited but easier to use.

Throughout the class, I focused all my concentration on a single spell. It might pose a problem in a combat situation, but you have to start somewhere.

Towards the end of the class, I finally succeeded. Controlling the movement of the mana was not a problem, but imposing my will on it was.

"Br... Bravo to Mr. Potter for his success in the first class. Ten points for Slytherin," our Transfiguration professor seemed disturbed by my success. Ah, being a genius can be confusing at times.

"Madam, may I help the others?"

Having received her approval, I went to help my brother first, then my dear companions. At the end of the class, except for Miss Granger, who succeeded without my help, only Harry, Blaise, and Tracey succeeded. Daphne, seeing the Gryffindor succeed without my help, wanted to do it too, with Tracey beside her, exhibiting her success on her face.

She seemed very competitive, something to note. And that's how my first magic class ended.