《Malicious, Magical, Malfoy》chapter 7
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The language tutoring was going quite well, I had ended up with a single teacher for all three of the languages I was learning in the end. He was a pleasant elderly man, who could have been suspected of being alive when middle English was still in use. It was one of the few explanations I'd found to explain his expert grasp of the language and his ability to relay that onto me.
I wondered if there were manifested magical talents for language learning. I knew there were potions, which I wasn't allowed to take due to my age, that helped the process of acquisition, so it would make sense for there to be a magical talent involving languages. Parseltongue was a thing after all, maybe some type of magical polyglottery?
Thankfully none of the genealogies I needed to read through in order to research the likeliness of a genetic factor being involved in magical strength were in middle English.
I was learning quickly yes, but I was hardly fluent.
I had created a graph depicting the magical power of different magical families. Magical power as a quantifiable number I drew out of the professions and lives of the people scrutinized.
It wasn't an exact science, and I only managed to quantify the magical power of about a tenth of the people I read about.
The most useful parts were the notations about their achievements at Hogwarts really, like for example how some had been held back a year for being unable to cast a spell that had nothing to do with finesse, but simple might.
And how others had entered highly magic intensive professions after school, aurors, dragon tamers etc.
The picture being slowly painted supported blood supremacy all in all. I'd taken mostly magical families because firstly, those were the ones I actually had books on. And secondly, the reason why muggleborns might have been unable to get access to more demanding, and more respected jobs might have also been connected with their, well, lack of connections.
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There was a small, but noticeable dip in a families magical strength once younger blood (sometimes even muggleborn blood) was introduced. There were also some rises of course, because magic was hardly something completely predictable, but on average the magical power of a line sunk more often than it rose when mixed with non-pure blood.
I'd even found something interesting pertaining Voldemort during my research.
There had once been a magical family, descended from Slytherin himself that had also lived in Hangleton, which was now known as little Hangleton, a place that had also housed the Gaunts a few decades ago. The magical family had declined since the time of the founders, some curses and unfortunate squib births ruining it completely. Only a name remained. Redel. The middle English word that had since then transformed into riddle. If true, Voldemort was a result of more than just one line of Slytherin squibs.
And wasn't that a funny thought.
Another interesting theory pertaining magical strength I'd found in the library was that a person's magical power and understanding was not insignificantly affected by the magic present in their environment as they grew up.
The ages one to seven not being as important as the ages seven to fourteen also explained why muggleborns were not completely left behind. They did after all attend Hogwarts from eleven onwards and the osmosis effect seemed to rise exponentially until one reached fourteen. Which was also the age the magical growth usually ended completely. The seven years years from fourteen to 21 were used to stabilize the magical connection and heighten its efficiency.
Three phases that lasted seven years, it was unclear what the difference between the first and second phase were though.
It was a fun theory, there definitely seemed to be a correlation between grades achieved at Hogwarts and the magic present in the child's home. It was hard to test the theory on muggleborns though, since they never had the chance to grow up in a magic rich environment in the first place and it was quite hard to find them before the age of eleven.
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Even in muggles, environment usually only made up about 20% of achieved potential, the rest being genetics. Sure magic was a different beast entirely, but it definitely had some basis in genetics and the correlation shouldn't be discarded.
All in all I didn't trust the environmental theory entirely, but neither did I distrust it enough to discard it, it wasn't like having your surroundings being magical was harmful.
The theory did make me think on how soon I could reach out to Hermione though.
She was very much a main character in the original books, that in addition to her being hailed as the smartest witch of her age definitely made her something I wanted to acquire.
Maybe some of her plot armour would rub off on me. I even had an interesting Idea I would bring up to my family in the near future that would justify a friendship between us.
But that would have to wait until I got into a position where I could make the proposal appear organic. Some finer tuned manipulations would need to find place first.
For now all I could do was become what was expected of me, namely a magical powerhouse and a political mastermind, when that became established in the mind of my family, I could start making bigger changes.
A plan started to crystallize in my mind.
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Outlook: The Stars (Consciousness Unbound Book 1)
The year is 2152. Rune Yahui is a nineteen-year-old failure, not having gained entrance to college or the military, with no significant prospects in life. Even worse, Rune is the poorest of the poor, hailing from the mega-slums of New Southern Chicago, the lowest pit of America. In a desperate last-ditch attempt to gain a future more lustrous than toiling the rest of his days away in abhorrent conditions in one of the near sweat-shop level factories that dot the megapolis, Rune signs up for the Virtual Citizen program, a program to cull the excessive world population by transferring just their brains into a video game. In a stroke of rare luck, Rune is admitted into the program and happily submits himself to the surgery and digitization process. Unfortunately for him, he wakes up several hundred years later than he expected... or does he? **Author's Note** This isn't a type of story typical to RRL. You may have noticed LitRPG in the tags, but it's a relatively minor element in the story until later. You may also notice Slice of Life is in the tags. This story is going to be slow and there won't be any power tripping until way later if at all. The focus will be on character development. That doesn't mean I won't still have action/excitement, however. I encourage you to give the story a try. Maybe it will be your thing, maybe it won't. Thanks for even taking the time to read this, and if you do give my fiction a try, I hope you enjoy it. If you don't, well, I hope you find something that you do enjoy. Happy reading!
8 245Dream Dungeon
Welcome to the dream dungeon. Ely suddenly finds himself in a mysterious dungeon accessed only through sleeping. Many people are drawn into this dream world, confused and mystified. Those in this dungeon must kill monsters to survive; maybe even each other. Join Ely as he struggles to survive a ruthless environment. What replaces his rest is untold trauma. What seems like an innocent game trope turns into a nightmare. This is a story of tragedy and the path to ultimate power. All in the hopes of an uncertain survival. _________ This fiction has NOT been abandoned. I made a haughty promise earlier to not worry because I'll continue this series, and with things lately, I've only proved myself a liar. Further promises dwindled, and I've lost trust. So many things have been going on recently that I've been booked. I will refrain from making any future guarantees or promises as my busy schedule will stay with me for a long long while. Time for me to actually spend on writing and revising won't appear until at the least November 19. I won't say expect that's when I'll restart, but you can expect expecting it to maybe happen. That's really shallow. But with everything going on, I've let my small reading base down. I apologize. I still stick by my statement though that I won't abandon this project. I plan to stick it to the end, no matter the delay. Most importantly, thank you everyone; readers who both like and dislike my work. I appreciate your time spent on my dumb imagination. Stay toasty my readers in this winter season. Cheers. UPDATE: We're back on track. Thank you for your patience. Any future readers, heyo! Glad you're here. UPDATE 2: So far it's been 21 days since I last uploaded a chapter. The best thing done for any fiction, no matter how good it is, is that it continues, and I have a bad history with that. 1 fiction on hiatus and already more delays with less than 20 chapters in this fiction. I've been very preoccupied with adding more things to do in my life rather than actually committing to any particular thing. That applies primarily to this. I cannot abandon this, as busy as my future looks and will look as I get busier and busier. Someday, I hope, I will be able to sit down and just write. just. write. But for now, I ask for patience. I suppose I'm glad this fiction hasn't picked up so that I don't disappoint too many people if any really. But I need to commit and it's going to happen sometime and sometime soon. No more flowery words. I'll see you later. UPDATE 3: It's very evident I won't be able to pick up this story for a while. With AP Testing, competitions, and other things I am busier than ever. But I must complete this fiction. I have too. Until next time. UPDATE 4: It is now the summer. I owe everyone an apology. Chances are, nobody's around to see this, and that is okay. I only blame myself for this sort of brokenness of a fiction, not that it is actually that bad but I am just exaggerating it for dramatic effect.But what's not exaggerated is the severity of my broken promise. I apologize for my naive claims about finishing a novel that I couldn't finish and that I didn't have the discipline to finish. Nor the skills, really, I was and am still an immature writer.What is to place now? I want to make it clear I understand this is my fault. I will man up to this. And I will accept any criticism. I understand I messed up. Reading Stephen King's On Writing made it clear to me that I need to do two things:Read lots.And write lots.I have done neither. If I don't have the time to read often, how do I expect to write? I need to become more experienced. I need to become a serious writer.So if I want to dream of continuing, I need to at least fulfill both requirements. I enjoy writing. I haven't written seriously outside of school in a while. I planned to write this summer and finish this. I made a lot of promises that I didn't keep.So there's that. I won't enact any self-pity, or be foolishly obsessed. What I did was wrong, and I must deal with it. I let down readers. And I apologize.I hope I can find forgiveness. This is a writer's sin.I won't promise I'll finish this. I intend to finish this, at some point, because writing is fun and I want to write. But how things are don't reflect that. Maybe I'll finish this at some point. Maybe I won't. I won't be naive to make that promise.I thank everyone who has read this if this is the end. If not, and hopefully not, I thank everyone who is to read future chapters. I thank everyone who allowed me to live in the miniscule little dream of mine as I passed my days. I thank everyone who cares enough to read this. Until next time, peace everyone. Thank you. You are all great readers and great people. I wish everyone the best in whatever reading/writing endeavors follow you henceforth.
8 72Soul of the Shieldmaiden
Written by Frog and Esther Jones (Impulsive Walrus Books) - Cover art and Design by Dasha Y. Park. All rights reserved. Copyright 2022. Aelfwyn always dreamed of the sea as a girl. But when she was eight, Danish raiders sacked her town and took her as a thrall. Now she begins an entirely different life in service to the very people who attacked her home and family--but also the people who can show her the ways of the sea. Erik is the son of Jarl Magnus and bound by his duty to his father and his people. But when he is given Aelfwyn as a thrall, he sees in her more than a slave--he sees someone he can speak to, someone he enjoys being around. As the feelings of these two bloom for each other, the realities of their world set in. Everything seems set on keeping them apart. And Aelfwyn finds herself pulled in all directions. To cope, she must truly find within her the Soul of the Shieldmaiden.
8 147Caged. Unleashed. Extinct.
Reynold Black is no more than an antisocial kid. Coralia Thulian is no more than the popular kid in class. Scarlett Aviles is no more than the daughter of an esteemed family. Alex Chartreuse is no more than a skilled bartender. The Forest is no more than a force of nature. However, nothing is as it seems. Follow Reynold as a series of unfortunate events force him into the journey of a lifetime, leaving the safety of his home and into the dangers of the Forest, uncovering secrets, mysteries, but most of all, unmasking the lies he's been told his entire life.
8 177Rioneed : VRMMORPG
Rioneed isn't like any other Virtual Reality games that are very popular in the 24th century. the game is like a whole new world filled with many secrets and hidden dangers. Ibru is an Egyptian player who traveled back in time for ten years at the beginning of this game. how would he try his best to change his destiny and destiny of the humanity? what secrets he will be stunned when he discover them? how will he do when he knows these deep secrets ? this is a long journey filled with unpredictable events and many thrilling challenges .
8 109Classroom of the Elite: Unconfined Genius (Test Phase)
In this timeline, Ayanokouji Kiyotaka the masterpiece of the white room has escaped from the white room with the help of a few acquaintances from the government. In exchange, he will test himself against the so-called "elites" of Japan in the government-funded school of Tokyo Metropolitan Advanced Nurturing High School. While he is at school, the government will continue to investigate the disappearance of children and the facility the masterpiece grew up in, hoping to connect these cases to a particular person.Will Ayanokouji be able to prove himself against the most elites of the elite at his new school?Will the government connect the cases and finally find a culprit while taking down the white room?Find out in Classroom of the Elite: Unconfined Genius.Spoilers: This fanfic assumes you have read Classroom of the elite from volume 1-11.5 at the least.Classroom of the elite belongs to Kingugasa-Syougo sensei.I'm just a fan of his works writing this fanfic for fun.Word Counts:Prologue: 29,751 Words.Volume 1: 125,394 Words.
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