At age 9 my physical training became even scarier. The gravity on my cute child's body became 7 times that of the earth and I became quite attractive. I didn't look cute anymore, at least not just cute. I was handsome and manly. At 9 I did another ritual, this time to give thanks for the magic. Nine was a very important number because it was a multiple of three. The Trinity was used even in the wizarding community so doing a ritual homage to magic made me even closer to it. Let's just take the death relics as an example. There were 3. The Resurrection Stone, the Wand of the Wands and the Invisibility Cloak. The Invisibility Cloak itself was represented by a triangle, of all things, the Wand augmented magical expertise that everyone knew depended on three factors: physical, mind, magic. And for the Stone... it was something that brought souls from the other world. It must have some triple meaning. Of course, let us not forget that it was 3 Peverel brothers and not 4 or 2 who were deceived by death. So it was no surprise that a ritual on my ninth birthday would greatly strengthen the ritual.
This was the second time I felt the magic partying and caressing me like a beloved child. Honestly, I loved magic. Everything about her was just wonderful. The demonic energy was more versatile, but it wasn't sentient and wasn't cherished as much, yet I loved my demon side too. If my past self chose he would definitely choose to be just a human wizard, but the current self just couldn't imagine being just human. I loved everything about myself at that point.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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