Harry Potter And The Loa’s Child - Chapter 113

The First task was a huge success, nobody died, and Lucien completed his task with ease. After that night, Viktor, Zabini, and Lucien became three peas in a pod. It was becoming rare to see one without the other two not that far behind.

As a courtesy to Lucien, Snape and Azeroth gave him a few days to rest after the first task before proceeding with their extracurricular activities. So far, Lucien’s skill had been developing beautifully. And he owed it to both Snape and Azeroth, their lessons and instructions complemented each other’s masterfully. Lucien also began to see Snape in a new light, Snape is a brilliant and passionate man. When it comes to his magic, he is nothing less than a master potions maker. But, when looking at his talent for spell creation and aptitude for creating battle magic, Snape was unrivaled in the wizarding world. His algorithm, magical theory, technical application, Severus Snape was a true demon to say the least.

As for professor Azeroth, his lessons where becoming increasingly difficult and Lucien was beginning to handle them with more ease. Over time Lucien’s control over magic had become more refined and the magic circles constructed had become more balanced as a result. The magical output of the circle became irrelevant at this point. Low grade magic circle could cast high grade Summonings. As long as Lucien maintained the balance of magic and flawlessly adapted to changing variables, he could summon whatever the laws of the world allowed him to.

It was a week after the First task and Lucien found himself in a dark humid dungeon classroom. “Very good, Lucien. Now add the crushed pixie wings… Stir them very slowly, you want them to mix evenly or risk ruining the elixir.” Snape instructed Lucien in potion making as he watched from the seat next to Lucien. The two of them would spend hours potion making and going over spell craft. Lucien was being taught about the way’s potion making attributed to advanced spell craft.

The next day, Lucien spent hours studying with Azeroth. “Your magic circle construction is satisfactory; your magic control is exemplary. Before we begin to work on summoning your Primal Beast. I will teach a new way to use magic circles.” Azeroth went into his desk and pulled out a tattered old book.

There many things in the wizarding world that had been lost over time because of the past destructions. It left many deep gaps in the magic cultures. And to make matters worse, when some of this missing knowledge was rediscovered. Wizarding governments would ban the magic that couldn’t be easily controlled. And one of these methods of magic, was the extremely powerful and versatile use of the magic circle.

Handing the book to Lucien, Azeroth allowed him to flip through it as he continued his lecture. ” Long ago, Sorcerers and Sorceresses used a system that ranked the level of spells used in the magical world. The common spells we use today, even the deadliest ones only ranked 2. Anything after rank two came with the construction of magic circles. The power of these circles were heaven defying when they reached the highest class of rank 8. All that time that I spend in the forgotten forest at the abandon spire, is spent trying to complete these magic circles. The book is old, and pages are missing. But I still want you to give them a try. I’ve been called away for a while, and I won’t be back until the second task. Until then, that book is your only ȧssignment.”

Lucien flipped throw the pages and began to get excited, “I will do my best professor” He replied. Lucien had decided that with magic like stuff given to him by professor Azeroth was ten times better than anything in Voldemort’s books. So, in that moment he resigned himself to mastering the rest of Voldemort’s journals and then focus solely on the construction of magic circles.

As time passed after Lucien’s last study session with Azeroth. Lucien began to focus solely on studying Voldemort’s journal and mastering the spells inside of them. Every now and then Lucien would find himself in an impromptu outing with his friends. The group had gotten bigger since the other two schools arrived. Lady Rosier and Fleur from Beauxbatons, Vera and Viktor from Durmstrang. Katie, Zabini, Pansy, Daphne, and to everyone’s surprise Harry Potter.

Fleur had started calling Harry, Sweet boy, and to avoid further corruption from the red head boy that she despised. Fleur wanted Harry to be brought along on their outings. Harry enjoyed them. It was written all over his face. When the group snuck off to the forbidden forest, they practiced magic, drank and smoked herbs to cut loose. Lucien however just watched, not wanting to mess with the effect of the medicine that he was currently taking to manage his Veela urges.

As November passed and December rolled around, it was like the world had dropped another 10 degrees and gained another five inches of snow. The entire student body was gathering in the main hall to eat their breakfast before class. Viktor, Zabini, and Lucien sat around stuffing their faces with food. The three of them sat at the end of the table with privacy wards around them.

“Are you sure he said a Yule Ball?” Zabini asked Viktor. Just a moment ago, he had told Lucien and Zabini about the upcoming Yule Ball planed for the tri wizard tournament.

“I’m sure, Zabini. And that means it’s time to snag our dates before the student body turns into ravenous beast looking to get their rocks off”

“And that also means we need to go see a tailor” Lucien added as he sipped him morning ale.

“Tailor? We can just conjure new robes” Viktor was a little confused

“Haha, no we’re not wearing robes, and we’ll go see a muggle tailor, think of it like a stag party. We’ll make a day out of just guys, getting fuċkėd up and enjoying life.” Lucien replied with a sly smirk, eyeing Viktor

“Haha, it’s not my fault. You’re the one who left your mind open. ” Lucien replied, then took a bite of the pastry he had caught.

“What the fuċk are you guys talking about?” Zabini jumped in a little lost. Lucien had given a little gesture to Viktor. Getting the message, Viktor told Zabini that he had asked Vera to marry him after the tournament and she said “Yes.”

The three of them joked around for the remainder of breakfast and settled on a date and time to sneak away from the castle and head to the muggle world.