Moments after offering to teach the class a new spell I ran through the calculations and arithmancy to create a unique spell of an entirely different thaumaturgical understanding than other types. This I called technomancy. The spell I created was rather simple and worked upon the principle of making machine re-arrange or function more efficiently. Honestly, it was rather overkill for them to learn an entirely new system of doing things... But that just made it all the more fun for me. It had been a hobby of mine to just think on a new system of magic related to the Potter-verse in my previous world.
"Now you all remember the second phrase that I mentioned, yes?"
They all looked to one another, Hermione beaming happily as she spoke out excitedly.
"I believe you said, 'Magic extends beyond what we can perceive and currently observe,' professor." Ron rolled his eyes and groaned whilst Harry watched Hermione with a small smile and endless respect for the young witch. I recorded this moment within my mind. My inner child squealing as the 'ship' that I had always wanted to sail in the movies seemed to be moving forwards in this world. I always thought Hermione and Harry were the best for each other.
"Indeed, well done. This phrase is important because it reminds us that even to this day we do not truly know everything there is about magic." I breathed in and spoke out once more, the class all grabbing their wands as I did so.
"This spell I am teaching you allows magic to strengthen and effect technology. A thaumaturgy entirely developed by myself and adjusted for wand use." Hermione gasped as the rest of the class widened their eyes in confusion.
She rose her hand once more, her body almost slipping off her chair as she tried to get me to answer something. Her excitement was contagious as I couldn't help but smile widely, pointing at her a few moments later... "Yes, Ms Granger?"
Her words vented from her mouth at an intense pace, her ideas flooding outwards within seconds, "How does this class of magic work? How does it not effect technology like all other magic does? Did you truly invent this magic? Are you really sure it doesn't interfere with binary processes in computers? Ah- I, sorry..." Harry had tapped her out of her question spree causing her to blush and curl inwards on herself.
"Well, to answer all of your questions... First, it works off of the assumption that magic is just a massive amount of information needing to be processed. Secondly, it does effect technology, but instead of destroying it or erasing the language the technology uses, it enhances the capabilities of them to be able to withstand magic's information. Thirdly, Yes, i did invent this magic. The fourth question's answer is synonymous with question two's. And lastly, you don't need to apologise, questions are always welcomed, no matter how stupid they may seem."
All of the class was jotting down these details in their notes, even Draco paying attention to all of these details, despite his obvious distaste with anything muggle. His father was a disgusting fuck, to raise such an obviously powerful child and corrupt him with nonsensical bullshit. 'Still not sure on Narcissa Black... I'll need to check.'
"To the spell! The spell I will teach you will be rather simplistic, a diagnostic spell centred on detecting certain parts of a machine or certain broken parts." 'System, purchase a broken watch for every student and make sure they all have different broken pieces.'
[Purchase Done. Cost: 100 Points]
[Points: 272,991,245,441]
'Thanks'
[No problem]
I pulled back my pocket, pulling out several golden watches that all looked somewhat broken or damaged. Every student watched with curiosity as I floated them out with a simple levitation charm towards them. Harry grabbed his from the air, twisting it over and over, as if analysing it. Hermione daintily scooped it out of the air, cradling it as if it were the most important aspect of her learning. Ron and Draco, much more alike than they thought themselves, snatched theirs out of the air. Meanwhile Daphne Greengrass and her friend Tracy just waited for the watches to descend.
Rubbing my hands together in anticipation I stepped forwards just a few metres in front of their desks.
"First step of the spell is understanding the pronunciation... This spell is called Circuita Revela." I snapped my fingers and they all watched the spell name write itself onto the board. "It is pronounced, 'SIR-kit-a REV-el-a'. The spell's main purpose is as I have described earlier. The motions needed with a wand are as such..." I took my own watch and put my index finger in the air, zigzagging down with the appendage once before shooting it up through the faintly glowing 'Z' rune that hung in the air.
All of them 'Oooed' and 'ahhhhd' as my watch glowed along a single clasp on its exterior, a small circuit-line outlining the specific segment and the highlighting the inherent issue with the physical form.
"As you see, it will create certain highlights for you to see the exact part of the 'machine' or device that is damaged, or preventing you from using it to its optimal level." *CLAP* "Now, I want you all to practice using this spell. There will be no exam for this, but I will test you at the last day of school. The first to fully nail the spell will be given 100 galleons."
The excitement reached a fever pitch as they all started trying the spell, their efforts buoying higher and higher as the need to win the prize was almost desperate for some of the class. Harry in particular was trying his hardest to nail the spell, a surprise given the fact that he barely tried in other classes.
"The use of this spell in DADA is integral to fighting muggles if they ever do find out about us... Using the spell to find the weak point of a vehicle or a monitoring system... Using the magic to instead fuzz their devices and technology without leaving any traces. The uses are endless and only limited by what you think is applicable with the spell."
Hermione, within a minute or two of trying the spell nailed it. She was glowing in triumph as Ron huffed behind her, his eyes digging into the back of her skull as Harry celebrated with her. Watching on from the corner of my eye I watched him grumble to Neville beside him who paled and quickly shot me a look, thinking I wasn't already aware of his possible hostility.
Ron slipping his wand further down into his hand, made of Ash wood with a severe crack in the middle haft of it. Narrowing my eyes and turning to face him, he rose his wand, a fizzling spell crackling at the end of its narrow point. My magic aura flared as he released the spell.
Within an instant rainbow light poured down over the spell and flung it towards the far wall of the room, my magic stirring and daggering down towards Ronald Weasley, the young boy flinching back with a vile mixture of anger and surprise.
"MR WEASLEY! Who gave you the permission to cast spells at another student!?" The entire class froze, a frigid temperature swallowing the entire room's atmosphere.
He stuttered and paled, his eyes looking at me in fear and at Hermione in anguish. He didn't like her one bit it seemed and that had just gotten worse... Using my extreme will power I calmed myself and then subdued my magic, the stifling feeling of winter slowly receding as every other student exhaled a breath they didn't know they were holding.
"100 points from Gryffindor for magically attacking another student with a Stupefy spell, with a faulty wand at that!" Ron flinched and drew in on himself, his expression pulled together in a rictus of hate and isolation. He began scowling at Draco and many other Slytherin students that were chuckling or snickering.
Hermione was pale and looked fearfully towards Ron, Harry glaring openly at the boy. 'Yes it seems that Ronald Weasley is a bit of an asshole in this version of the story...' I sighed.
"Ms Granger, Mr Potter, please stay behind after class. Ronald Weasley, I will be having you here for detention tomorrow and not just that, Dumbledore will hear of this and most likely contact your parents." I ensured my voice had edge to it, my eyes flaring bright cobalt before simmering down into the dimensional amalgam of glass shards once more.
Harry and Hermione nodded grimly whilst Ron started to cry, his entire mood flipping into sorrow for himself. He was only 12 so I felt bad for making him cry, but that attitude was never good and would only make him worse in the future if I coddled him.
"Good! Putting that past us, Ms Granger?"
"Y-yes...?"
"You have won the 100 Galleons for learning the spell perfectly. Not only that, you were able to isolate several issues with one usage of the spell..." She brightened up a bit at my words as the clock on the wall over the double-doored entrance to the DADA class rung out. The lesson had gone by faster than I expected...
"Ah, end of class. Thank you all for attending this class, I wish for you all to experiment with that spell somewhat... Try to master it by the end of the four days. If you can, I will see if I can ready another spell for you to experiment with over your holidays." They all seemed thrilled about gaining another spell to learn, Draco smiling wickedly as he looked down at his book.
"Off with you all! I am sure that you have some shenanigans to be getting to." Many sprinted out of the class as Harry and Hermione stayed behind, watching Ron stalk out of the room like a stricken puppy. He got no sympathy from me, if you are going to fight, fight honourably.
I ran my hand through the air and cleared off the chalk board, the words pealing off said surface and pouring into a book off to the side, transmuting into permanent Ink. I wanted my first class an every class to be documented, in the minutes, by said book. It was the first experiment of my enchantment magic...
"Professor? You wished us to stay behind...?" Harry strut forwards, his eyes curiously settling onto my book as the pages fluttered and were marred by ink in turn.
"Yes, I wished to discuss a problem that you have Potter..." He interrupted, "Harry is fine." I smiled kindly and exhaled. "Harry... You see, that scar on your forehead, it's causing problems for you."
He scoffed somewhat, his child-like frustration gleaming off every inch of his body language, communicating that it wasn't funny.
"You're telling me... I feel like everyone is always staring at me and whispering about me..." Hermione cocked her head to the side for a moment before walking up beside him and looking at me plainly.
"I don't think that is what the professor is talking about Harry." I inclined my head towards her before turning back to Harry.
"Fame is a power and a mighty burden Harry. I would know, since I rule an entire country and have saved millions of people. Much like the Basilisk you slew, fame can lead to danger but just like Hermione and Neville, it can make the best of friends and expose you to new things." He let the words flow over him, most probably flying through one ear and out the other, but something must have stuck as he sagged slightly.
"That was not what I was speaking about, as Ms Granger said. I am talking about the magic buried deep within the scar that Voldemort gave you." Hermione flinched ever so slightly whilst Harry looked shocked that I even dared to call his name out.
"It is a fowl magic he has imbued into it... It is limiting you, drawing you thin and being used to manipulate you into obeisance." Looking down at the ground he seemed to work over his memories, all the while Hermione rounded on me with many questions.
"What magic? How dark? Is it like the unforgivable curses? Is there a way to get rid of it? Can you help?" I chuckled as she came to a screeching halt, her face blushing as she scrunched up her lips whilst looking to the side. "Sorry..."
Rolling my eyes I answered her, "No need to be sorry, I was being truthful when I said there is not such thing as a dumb question. As for the magic... Well, let us just say that it is beyond the unforgiveable curses and borders on pissing off an ancient entity that I have only met once." The young girl grimaced and shot a worried look at Harry, the boy staring powerfully at me now, confidence shrouding him like a veil.
"Who has been using me?" I closed my eyes and sighed. There was going to be no way to easily speak of this.
"Who do you think?"
He considered for a few moments until a spark of recognition fired in his mind.
"D-dumbledore...?" He almost choked the name out as incredulity filled his expression. His child-like countenance and body belied his maturity and intelligence it seemed... He already had suspicions but was waiting for someone else to confirm his theories. In the movies, no one ever did that step for him, thus he never took it.
"Possibly. But, beyond that, I wish to remove this magic and aid you in the best way I can."
Hermione sized me up somewhat and frowned.
"Why would you wish to help him, you only just met..." Exhaling in frustration I hauled up the sleaves of my clothes, showing I didn't have the mark.
"I am not a death eater, or anything else. I am your teacher now and I have a responsibility. You have dark magic on you that it slowly eating away your potential and making you mostly amenable to suggestions. It is wrong. I am wanting to help because I simply want Harry to live his life without having to worry about people using him or hurting him."
Hermione blinked blankly at me whilst Harry looked utterly shocked.
"If you don't believe that people are using you or manipulating you... Then, I'll ask you a simple question, what are all of the House Potter assets? What are the duties for a young noble of the house of Potter? What is social etiquette? Why aren't you interacting with other houses? Why are you only hanging around Neville, Hermione, Ron and the other Weasleys? Why has no one told you that your Godfather still lives and failed to get a trial to refute the claims that he betrayed your parents?"
He slowly became more and more flustered as Hermione flinched with each question. From her emotional aura I could tell that she knew I was correct and that I was making very valid points. Her face showed the distaste that she had towards Harry not learning any of this.
"S-so, I am being lied to by Dumbledore..."
"Not lied to. Manipulated. He gets you to go home to your muggle aunt and uncle correct?"
He nodded painfully and fearfully.
"Have you tried to stop him from sending you?"
He tried to nod but found himself eventually shaking his head in horror.
"They hurt you, don't they?"
He grimaced as a single tear slid down his cheek, Hermione already bawling her eyes out at his admission.
"Then, how about this... Tomorrow, me, you and Hermione go visit Gringotts. We will run an ancestry test for you, for Hermione as well if she wishes... Then from there we will explore your options."
Hermione answered before he was able to.
"We'll do it! Definitely! We need to get Harry away from his damned muggle 'family'." Harry flinched as I felt the dark magic swirl around his scar, a charm spell imbued into the mix that felt oddly like the old coot's magic.
'Oh no you don't!'
"Let's remove that magic for you then Harry..." His face paled as he started to shake, his arms clinging to his sides as coldness took him.
"Hermione, I want you to close the doors to the class. If someone comes for both of you, say that I am currently getting your aid to setup for my next class." She ran off to do as I say whilst my magic pierced into the scar, the darkness that was effecting him now pouring its way through the tunnel that I had used to shield him, to attack me.
'Not today you little shits! Let me just show you the power of a fucking Goddess...'
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