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My life falls into a new routine once again.

Wake up early in the morning. Exercise while listening to the hilarious but annoying chant of Gryffindor quidditch team. Train my body, my magic and my eyes.

Eat in the great hall, small talk with my dormmates, except Ron, he really annoys me constantly.

Spend time with Hermione in the library after classes as I passively teach and guide her to be miles ahead of her peers, in terms of magic and mundane studies.

In the evening, before dinner, on alternate days, I spend time in the RoR testing and developing new magics by combining modern science, ninjutsu, Fuinjutsu, magic developed at Hogwarts.

While I was not able to go far with practical applications of magic, as in I was not able to cast many magics that I developed at the moment, I turned towards sealing arts, runes and rune casting.

Through rune casting, I was able to manipulate my magic to draw rune patterns in the air to get a desired effect of a particular spell.

I found out that runes were very similar to code. By combining my basic knowledge from Fuinjutsu from madara's memories, along with the magical runes and computer code from the muggle world, I developed a temporary system where I would be able to draw rune patterns with my wand to replicate high level magics.

This way, less magic was used, but the casting time and the concentration requirements were increased. However, with my high proficiency in occlumency, I was able to reduce the burden on my mind.

After testing and developing in the RoR, I would take about 30 minutes to communicate with Susan and communicate the course of action she should take. I provided her with a few improved cosmetic recipes, improved with knowledge of magical herbs and their chemistry as well as just high level of chemistry knowledge.

The market was quite hard to get into, but eventually, we would have a successful breakthrough with the public.

On the other hand, the freelance consultation group of the undead was going well. As they had a sliver of my will, they were remotely able to share thoughts with me in real time. This allowed the undead to gain quite a bit of good reputation with various industry members.

However, they were still not able to provide consultation to the members higher up in the industry. But it was progress.

After the daily communication with the muggle world, I headed out to dinner, ate voraciously, causing many students to nickname me the king of Gluttony. However, the rumour mill of Hogwarts regularly tried to guess the secret to my slim figure. Especially the female students and professors.

The other days in the evening before dinner, I would teach Neville in potions and defence against the dark arts. He drastically improved in those subjects, shocking many students.

During night-time, I would silently practice my eyes for an hour, then head to bed, just to start the next day again.

Nothing noteworthy happened for the next few months.

I would keep an eye on Quirrell daily, while also checking the heaven's path library if his DNA was changed enough to be successful for the ritual.

Weeks passed as I slowly developed my strength. After around 7 months after transmigrating to this world, I had the same strength as a high level genin, low level chunnin if compared to madara's memories.

If compared to regular humans, I would be considered to be almost peak human, just based on my physique.

If magic was added to the mix, I would be around a low-level hit wizard.

Not much if I compared myself to the original owner of the heaven's path library but seeing as I was in another world with a different power system, it was considered excellent progress.

Days passed by in a flash, and the day of the major battle slowly approached.

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