He had just completed his first decade living in the magical society and the first big change of his new life was upon him. His mom and him were shifting to London. They were leaving the shop in the hands of another manager from the Ira Dominus clan. Their new bunk was to be at a magical boarding house at Kings cross inn hotel. It was a magically hidden establishment neighbouring a muggle building of the same name. The way it was hidden rather reminded him of 12, Grimmauld Place.

His mother was taking up a job as assistant manager at Slug and Jiggers apothecary at Diagon Alley. Though he was loath to move away from the comfortable life he had built up for himself, he did see the advantages of living in the heart of the magical society in Britain. Also, the chance to be able to take the Hogwarts Express was just too good a chance to pass up.

He had come along swimmingly with his magical attempts and realised something never truly clarified in the series, the growth of magical strength. As far as he had made out, there seemed to be three ways of doing so. The passing of time lent itself to the natural progression of magical limits. Strengthening the mind as he did through meditation and inner magical channelling gave even better increments. Best of all, using magic to the limits gave the largest increase. This meant repeatedly emptying the magical tank, so to speak, and his constant practice certainly did that.

The constant practice also led to him finally gaining some mastery of intent casting. He was now easily able to use most low-level spells. Basically, spells at the level of first and second years were at his fingertips and could also be casted non-verbally. The inner magic channelling and the constant practice had set a very firm foundation for any spell usage and coupled with his extensive knowledge built up regarding magical theory he stood far ahead of his peers.

Leaving the magical aside, he had grown to be in excellent shape physically. Appearing a couple of years older than he was, his musculature was already starting to be well defined and his physical attributes were in top shape and close to that of a regular adult. He was absurdly healthy for a boy cooped up indoors all the time and the sole credit of that went to the magical strengthening of his body due to the channelling. He suspected he may also have some amount of magical resistance, something like what the giants had, though to a far lesser degree. He should be able to shrug off minor curses and charms and have greater resistance to the rest, though at the moment this was just conjecture due to his instincts and not something verified.

He was already theoretically ready to change into an animagus but preferred to do it after getting his wand to have better control over his magic. Not that he didn't trust intent casting but he didn't want to risk anything. There was also a potion which could further his chances of a successful transformation by amping up his magical power and control for a short duration. His meditation helped him get close to his inner animal and he was sure he could complete the ritual. He was not sure of his transformation but he had a strong hunch that it was something feline.

Sadly, his rune overlay didn't get much practice. Not due to any lack of enthusiasm but lack of many required instruments and raw materials which were hard to get hold of in an inconspicuous manner without alerting his mother. He planned to use the room of requirement in Hogwarts as soon as possible to get started on the art.

To tell the truth, his schedule didn't change much after the shift to London. His mother and him made their way to the shop every morning via floo powder and he sat with her learning yet more about potions and reading up the Spellman's syllabary about runes. Lily's notes were quite useful for potions and taught him lots of workarounds in potions. They also further strengthened his basics and understanding of the processes. His afternoons were spent meditating and channelling and the evenings to stroll across Diagon Alley. He was soon recognise across the street and was a regular at Florean Fortescues's Icecream parlour and at Flourish and Blotts. The bookstore in particular sucked up a lot of his time. It was not free like at Hogsmeade but the shopkeeper let him peruse all the books he wanted for a few galleons a month. He read the next few volumes of The Standard Book of Spells and a lot about magical theory and runes. His sleep pattern was completely altered over the last few years and had come down to just about a couple of hours a night. The rest of the time was spent channelling and thereafter waking up in top condition.

The first visit to Gringotts was another highlight. He met goblins for the first time and the journey into the depths of the earth on the crazy cart was fun. Their vault was number 531 and was stacked with galleons. Well, at least he didn't need to worry about his finances at all.

There was one year left to his 11th birthday and soon get his own wand and thereafter step into the halls of Hogwarts. He knew how far ahead of his peers he was, but that didn't mean he should slacken his efforts at all. In fact, knowing the tribulations in store for the wizarding world, he needed to unceasingly keep improving and build up his strength.