Chapter 70: School Preparation
"Breathe in..."
"Annnd out..." Harry intones to himself as he performs the exercise.
He was following the instructions given in the Druidic book, he was sure this was dubious at best as he'd seen no results for the week or so he'd done it... If sitting alone in a nature-filled clearing, performing the same breathing exercise while meditating actually did anything, you'd have tens of thousands of old monks who could lift mountains...
Sure, the breathing exercises were to be used in concert with some magic, channelling small amounts of magical energy into the ground underneath you as you breathe out, but it was still a far cry from what Harry considered 'proper' magic.
The only reason he'd kept at it was the effectiveness of the techniques and magical spells he'd learned from the book before, along with the potential rewards... Apparently, this exercise allowed him to connect to the world itself, which, if that wasn't already pseudo-scientific enough, was a living, breathing thing.
Even Kali had no idea if such a claim was true, if the world truly did 'live' in any logical sense of the word. Still, there must be something to it, otherwise Druidism would've been regarded as psychics, espers, and flat-earthers...
"Alright, again... Breathe in... Annnd out..." he mutters, channelling magic into the ground as he expels the air. He was sweating slightly, the African sun beating down on him perilously, maybe he should've ignored Kali's advice of 'Getting a better tan' and picked a better spot.
Really, why did she care if he looked 'Like a pasty bookworm?', it wasn't like he was trying to impress anyone.
He shakes his head, performing the exercise for another hour or so. Still not discovering anything of real value. Halfway through he had 'felt' something, though, whether or not that was just hopeful thinking, daydreaming, or something else was unknown.
"M-Master... Mistress wants you to start your... Practise..." Panya, Kali's apprentice timidly says as she approaches.
He nods, slowly standing and cracking all of his stiff bones... At least the meditation was good for something, the stretches he had to do before it was making him a lot more flexible. "Go do your work." he says, trying to dismiss the girl who was still standing by and staring at him, as if there was something else.
"Erm... Master... C-could-..." she bites her lip, struggling to get her words out. "Could you stop hurting m-my tribe?"
He crooks a brow, "What do you mean?"
As far as he knew he wasn't hurting anyone close to her. There had been a couple people trying to steal food or other items from him and Kali, but they lost their rights as soon as that happens, which everyone serving them knew well about. Hmm, was she talking about him using his new prisoners as practice for his Legilimency?
"M-my Umalume, my uncle... He didn't mean to steal, he just-"
"If he's in Kali's care then he's done something to deserve it. You should know this, Panya..."
"I-I. I know, Mistress told me, but... I-It's not right! I can hear him scream, I just want you to stop hurting my family!"
"No." he simply states, Legilimency was not a gentle art, especially for a beginner like himself who was half using books from the Wizarding world, and half using altered Succubus techniques. He'd already broken a few minds, but that was the price for progress.
Panya helplessly watches as Harry walks away, well aware that her Uncle may die today at his hands... She grips her little fists and glares at his back, unable to do anything but this to express her discontent with her and her tribe's situation.
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"Another failure..." Harry inwardly remarks as he exits the room, leaving Kali to deal with the braindead African man. While his Legilimency was improving, it wasn't as fast as he'd like... One of the downsides to his powerful magic was his tendency to overpower any magic he uses, this made it horribly difficult to use subtly techniques like entering someone's mind without the purpose of destroying it.
The same could be said for the spells he was trying to learn for his first year at Hogwarts... This was particularly the case for 'Charms', Transfiguration was rather easy in comparison. The school of magic basically being a simplified version of the Alchemy he'd been performing on his own, though, for him permanently changing an object was easier than doing so temporarily.
For most Transfiguration spells he could just overpower and force it to work, this only worked three-quarters of the time however, the spells that created 'living constructs' like mice were far more fragile... He'd gotten over eager at his success in transforming a live mouse into a goblet and skipped ahead to Fourth Year transfiguration, turning a goblet into a mouse...
Needless to say, the result had several servants spending multiple hours cleaning the blood and pieces of mouse from the room... Thinking back on it, such magic might be useful in a combat situation, the victim's magic would resist it depending on how powerful they are, however... Something to test.
The magic taught at Hogwarts itself was far more esoteric than the magic he usually dealt with. He favoured blunt, easy-to-understand, powerful magic... As opposed to the strange roundabout method of magic. Not in a thousand years would Harry have ever developed a combat spell that caused your opponent to puke up slugs... Whoever designed it in the first place deserves a medal for creativity, then a bullet to the head for its usefulness...
Regardless, Charms were proving far more annoying than anticipated... While he wasn't forced to perform the weird 'wand movements' due to his lack of wand and experience in wandless casting, most of his spells turned out wrong.
A Softening Charm turned a wooden chair to mush, permanently.
A Shrinking Charm turned the target Microscopic, which ended up creating a small explosion when it rapidly returned to its initial size...
The Fire-Making Spell resulted in a flame thrower...
Even the damn Unlocking Charm caused the door's lock to disintegrate into a fine powder.
Fortunately for his sanity, he'd figured out a method that should help him in his efforts... He'd work down from the Fourth Year curriculum, slowly making himself comfortable casting lesser and lesser magically intensive spells.
He would try from Seventh Year but felt he'd be in Hogwarts before he finished that venture...
Harry shakes his head, headed towards the library which held his expansive collection of books, along with Grindelwald's Skull that'd been helping Tutor him.
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