《Harry Potter: I have "Pure" Magic》Chapter 3
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After I had shown him those cheap tricks, to little Harry, I was Merlin incarnate. In case Dumbledore reads his mind, I told him I learned about the magical world from an old lady, and she teaches me magic stuff from time to time.
This imaginary old lady is going to be very useful to me in the future. Anything that can't be explained about me would have one explanation: The old lady. I have planned how to handle it when people eventually start wondering who the hell is this old ls well.
Currently, I was going to my orphanage.
I walked alone through the streets of London in my new adolescent body. Man, suddenly being small again sure felt weird. But currently, I couldn't care less. I'm in the Harry Potter world and I have magic.
Thus, I started trying out magic. Sometimes I was randomly calling out spells and willing them to happen. I wasn't surprised that nothing happened yet. If it were that easy then there would have been a lot of cases of accidental magic and wandless magic wouldn't be so damn rare.
But… I just had this hope that something about me would be different. After all, I was a transmigrator.
I finally reached the orphanage. It was an old building, two stories tall. A front yard where some kids are playing. Nothing remarkable.
I went straight to what is supposed to be my room. It's more of a closet with a window.
No one stays with me even though I only had two bouts of accidental magic. So they had to shift me here.
Looking at the gooey dinner, I decided to skip it. I had already eaten a lot at the lunch and as I recall the memories of the food here, Uh... I'd rather not eat it. I have better things to do.
*Creak* *Creak*
The shabby old door of my room creaked loudly as I opened it.
Before checking out my magic, I did something else.
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I put the bathe g away and found a mirror to look at myself. I had blond hair which was in a mess right now. I had two teeth missing which I had already found out during dinner. I had found out through the memories that they had fallen naturally.
'Damn I have to go through that again huh.'
l had electric blue eyes and a face that didn't seem to have any particular problem.
'Ok, I can work with this.' I thought as I start to smile but grimace immediately when I saw how silly I was looking with two of my teeth missing.
Anyway, I put away the mirror and sat cross-legged on the bed with my back straight. But then I thought better and simply lay down on the bed. I focused on my body first, since I had a different body previously which didn't have magic, I think I should be able to find... something different from my previous body.
I do feel something different throughout my whole body.
Something is just... different.
I tried different things such as breathing exercises, clenching my muscles, willing for something, anything to happen. That different feel was still there. But I can't pin down on it. I couldn't do anything. After trying and failing at least half an hour. I stopped trying to find out what it was.
If this isn't going to work then perhaps focus on summoning and banishing a ball that was lying on the floor. That's what they do in most cliche cases.
1 hour later.
"Damn it! Of course, it's not working! Why had I even thought that wandless magic would be possible? Do I even have any cheats like the others?" I had tried everything with my focus and intent but it wasn't working...
By now, I've already realized that I'm currently not behaving like myself. If I was the real me, I wouldn't have been much disappointed by failure. Clearly, with the body, some childishness and immaturity have also come into me. I was aware of this fact, but… I did nothing to stop it. Because I want results, and according to my knowledge, only strong emotions can get me started.
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My state was abnormal right now. There could be many factors that were contributing to it, like suddenly having to die, then being thrown into a different body in a different world, maybe it was because the memories of the previous owner—who was just a child — had merged with me, but I was getting more and more frustrated as the hours passed by with me making no progress on any kind of magic.
2 hours-
Damn it, I can't even play the games that I used to anymore...
3 hours-
Now that I see it. I am starting to realize that I can't do many things now.....
It all started to dawn on me,
I don't even have a phone or a PC,
Can't see my parents,
Or my two best friends. I wonder if they laughed when they heard how I died.
Or if they are grieving.
I have..... absolutely nothing.
At least in that world, people cared.
Here, I have absolutely no one, except, maybe that imaginary Grandma.
The reality of actually dying was slowly settling into my brain. I was dead, killed/ murdered... by a f*cking marker.
Suddenly, Magic doesn't seem that amazing anymore compared to what I've lost.
You only know something's value when you've lost it.
Looking around my room, I didn't have many things in my possession here—
there are some books for kids, oh, I have a yoyo, there some coins, a pen, pencil and there—
I paused.
—there was a whiteboard marker.....
I suddenly felt a phantom pain between my eyebrows.
If only that bastard hadn't thrown that marker...if only it hadn't hit me...if only I was still alive...I wouldn't have to feel so helpless, so lonely, so confused over reality...
I felt anger rising inside me. I was feeling restless. I needed to get rid of this weird feeling.
I hadn't ever lost control like this. It seems like it comes with this immature body.
And then I felt it. the warm energy current rising in my body.
And I knew what it was.
In the memories of the previous owner, I found out that he hadn't felt anything like this during his own accidental magic. He hadn't felt anything different.
But to me, it felt clear as a day.
Maybe it's like how people don't feel the blood in our veins because it's always been...there.
but if someone who didn't have any felt it flowing within himself then he'd obviously notice.
I could feel it, my magic churning restlessly... Raring to go,
Demanding me to let it loose...
And I so I did. And guess where I aimed.
It was right at that . damned. marker.
BAAM! a blue light flowed through the tips of my finger and the general area around the marker exploded.
I just stared at my first magic casting site. The marker had melted into blue Sparks.
the area around it was also devastated.
And I was suddenly feeling very exhausted.
"Hot damn! Forget if I ever said anything!"
"Magic IS amazing!"
I fell back and started laughing evilly.
But.. it sounded more like childish giggling.
After I calmed down, I nodded my head in satisfaction as I consciously became an adult again. This won't be a problem after I learn occlumency, though I'm still going to enjoy my childhood.
My plan worked.
Accidental magic...
The only way children have known to have shown magic. I knew this was my best shot to get started. And I indeed made a very good decision. Because I've noted down a lot of things are going quite interesting.
'I might actually have a very very OP cheat after all,' I realized.
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