Magic in its purest form is called pure magic. Pure magic can't be summoned at will by any wizard from their magic core or soul. Wizards can only draw out magic whose purpose has been completely defined through spells and intent.

Then... what if someone can actually draw out the magic in its purest form, the Pure Magic? What would be its functions and what would be the complications and variables that'll arise from it in the Harry Potter world due to this?

It's a story about such a person. A person who wields Pure Magic. A great person who has achieved great things in life.

But, he wasn't always great. In fact, even though with a lot of potential, he was once a person with less than admirable traits. Though those went away with time.

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I woke up feeling two peculiar sensations in my head. It was like there was pain— but at the same time—there was not. Like a phantom pain.

... I'm not making any sense, am I?

"Mr. Maxwell...? Mr. Maxwell!" I heard the voice and I instinctively wanted to respond. Even though my surname surely isn't Maxwell.

But then suddenly, I felt someone shove me. "Hey Chris, wake up! Or you're going to be in trouble," said the guy who shoved me.

I opened my eyes and found myself in a completely different classroom than the ones I usually go to.

The teacher, a young average looking plump woman in her 30s, was speaking something while looking in my direction in a stern tone. Though, I wasn't paying even one bit of my attention to her.

"----Is that clear, Mr. Maxwell?" She asked looking in my direction. "Yes ma'am," I said out of impulse.

'Damn! Why the hell did I speak? Wasn't she talking to this Maxwell guy?'

But then...

I started to have new memories. Foreign memories. I looked down at my hands and got a shock.

Yep! They werent mine.

And: they were very small.

Oh no... oh no... oh no.This hits too close to those cliche novels that I have read.

What's the last thing I remember?

—flashback—

"Baam! BAAAAMM!"

I was sleeping during the lectures of this very boring and strict professor and then, I was rudely awakened by something hitting me right between the eyes!

Startled, I stood up in surprise...

Only to be hit heavily by something in the back of my head.

And man did that hurt.

I died... but not before screaming bloody murder and blaming it all on the professor.

I don't clearly remember, but I'm pretty sure I swore to come and haunt the professor—who was looking more dead than me.

Still not satisfied, I even raised my two bloody hand towards the professor... to add the extra detail.

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And then, I was standing in front of an old man who, by the way, was laughing his ass off for some reason.

"Ahem hmm." I cleared my throat to stop him.

"Haha sorry. ...sorry ha— oh my Me!"(God)" *cough* cough*'' Faking a cough, the old man tried to compose himself.

"Yeah child, forgive me, I couldn't help myself. BUT IT WAS JUST SOOOO HILARIOUS! HAHA. "

"..."

I was about to start asking him questions but he read my mind (literally) and started explaining.

"No, this isn't a prank, not that it's not funny, So I will start explaining now,

First of all, I am god and you are dead." he said but before I could say anything.

'I'm pretty sure that the professor won't be so sure about that.' I thought idly to myself.

The God laughed again as he nodded. Then he explained the whole situation, most of which, I was already aware of.

"You died during your classes. The cause and circumstances of your death were such that I was profoundly amus— cough— I mean I was profoundly saddened by your... unfortunate demise." He said and put his hands together behind his back, reminiscent of a teacher about to tell an interesting story to his students."You were sleeping in the last seat with your head resting against the wall; And your professor caught you." he chucked a bit."Well your professor didn't like the fact that you were sleeping in the lectures and seeing that you were the same guy who was 'sleeping' with his daughter sealed the deal. He decided to have some payback. So, what he did was..." God seems to be having trouble suppressing his laughter.

'Well, looks like 'sleeping' did me over.' I thought to myself. But the funny thing was, this time, I was actually innocent. It was a misunderstanding.

I died due to a misunderstanding...

The god continued, "He threw the white board marker—the only weapon in his hands— with all his might, to you, who were sleeping in peace at the last seat.""Well, another point in your disadvantage was that, this professor happened to be quite good at throwing darts in his college days. The marker sailed through the room with every eye following after it—And, baam! It hit right between your eyes." he said laughing. He said, pointing between my eyes."Wait a moment." I interrupted him trying to collect my thoughts.Then I actually only remember pain and blood and the professor and the students gathering around, but... marker? Just how good was he at throwing darts?

"So... you're telling me that that professor pulled a John Wick on me and I was killed by a white board marker? I mean come on that's even worse than a pencil. At least, a pencil has a sharp edge." I said in exasperation..Somehow, the god seemed even more amused now, if that was possible. "Nononono child you've got it wrong. that marker only startled you. A lot. You were so startled that you reflexively stood up in surprise... and hit your head on the bottom rail of the window behind you, which you yourself had left open."

"....." well, I couldn't come up with anything to say at that moment. My expression must have been indescribable. I had just thought that I wouldn't be hit by the window since whenever I stand up, the first thing I do is to peek through it. So I had a habit of dodging it. 'Never thought that it could have such drastic effects.'

"So," I began "You called me here just to laugh at me?" I asked in exasperation, trying to hide my anger.I had just died. I had parents who must be grieving about me. I had a—I was interrupted by God who said"Your parents would grieve you undoubtedly. But they also have your brother to take care of them who is far more... obedient than you. And about your death and other regrets, well, nothing can be done about it anymore."

I started to become depressed, but just then, God spoke again,"But... seeing as you have given me a good laugh and oh my me! I haven't really paid attention to the human activities for a long time and I haven't laughed like that for an even longer time. So.... I'll give you another chance."

'Can I go back? I might just die from embarrassment this time....Gosh! to be done in by a marker!'

"Though not in the same world." continued God.

'OMG! Is this what I think it is?! R.O.B., I'd that you?!'

"And no, I don't do wishes but I'll let you have your memories because you made me laugh not your blank soul. And... I'll grant you just one piece of advice for one crucial moment in your life- 'don't hesitate, he won't be aware, and you won't get caught.' "

"Hey! How am I supposed to know what you're talking about?! My whole life, I'll keep thinking if that's what you were talking about," I protested.

I'd rather have nothing than this kind of cliche advice, thank you very much.

The God laughed, "Oh don't worry child, since it's not just empty words. The words you just heard would make themselves known when the situation comes. And it will come sooner than you're excepting. You're on your own after that."

Gods then looked at his wrist watch, "Alright that's all I can give you. Be carful. Since even If you follow advice at the crucial moment, it's just an advice for one moment. So even if you do follow my advice for this one, you might just make a bad choice at other crucial moments and get yourself killed eventually."

Well, better take whatever I'm getting. I had a feeling that this is some kind of VIP passage that only someone who's been doing good stuff his whole life gets and I somehow got in through entertainment quota.

I cleared my throat, "Alright, I'm very grateful and all, but please don't send anyone else into that world with future knowledge." I requested solemnly. It would have been interesting to have multiple reincarnators, but only if I was reading about someone else's life. But in my life? No thankyou. I'm out if this is that kind of scam.

"Alright I won't, God! I mean: Me! you're such hypocrite. So....Have a good life son! May I bless you!"

With that, the God sent me off while I was still thinking how someone can find the innocent me dying funny. Also, what's with the constant use of first person pronouns like I, me, myself in place of the word god! How would he say Goddamn it?

Well, can't understand the God's humor. Maybe if I become a god myself....

.*flashback end*

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