Harry Potter But AU??? - Chapter 210

HARRY’S POV

Harry’s sight changed once more, he seem to appear on a crossroad of multiple roads and each road seem to have an end at the end of it with some object there, some of it had people walking in it.

On one road there was a cauldron and Professor Snape walking in its direction, on another there was a shapeless blob, with the headmaster on it.

There was a road with a wand in it, a road with an hammer and a road with a computer.

No matter how much he turned, wherever he looked there were more roads.

He knew that the second he stepped on a certain road, his path of magic with the others will stop there.

He would still be able to cast magic of a different magic, but will never be able to improve it and create new things.

Most roads were clean of dust, as if to show that many people walked on them, while the rest were filthy, as to show that they haven’t been walked on for a long time.

Some roads seemed new, while others looked as old as time.

His previous theory that the way people divide the subjects is what make them create the path seemed wrong, as if it was like that, his roads should have been different, though he still had more paths than he should with the path of computer.

Sitting in the middle of the crossroad for what felt like an hour, Harry still couldn’t think of a path to choose.

Did he really have to give up on most parts of magic?

Looking at the paths of curses and charms that were side by side, Harry finally screamed in frustration about the thing that bothered him since first year.

“How can they be considered two subjects? Curses are just charms that are meant to hurt people!”

As he finished ranting the world around him shook as the two paths merged to create a bigger path.

‘That’s it!’ Harry thought. ‘I need to truly understand how all the paths are the same to unite them!’

“Rituals are just to forge the body into an artifact.” “Transfiguration is just making an amount of particles move away from a core or join a core!” “AI creation is just math.” “Spells are just advanced math!”

One by one, Harry united the roads until there were only two.

The first road was filthy, it was full of dust, and in it he could see footsteps of many people. At the end of it, there seem to be a few dozen books, and even from the distance Harry somehow could tell the names of the authors of the books – Aristotle, Descartes, Plato…

Harry knew this path is the path he read about, the path of the philosophers.

It will be a path of knowledge and hardship, one of science, body and mind.

It was a path filled with research and loneliness.

It was the path he walked on for most of his life.

The second road seem to be much less dirt on it, and seem to be filled with colors that are indescribable.

In the end of that road stood paintings and statues.

Zeus, Odin, Lao-Tzu, Buddha…

It was the path of spiritual realm, of belief and concepts instead of knowledge.

It was the path of Gods and immortals.

It was a path Harry knew was filled with faith and people.

Both of those paths could lead him to the peak of the world, make him either join the gods and immortals of old, become a god/immortal and be invincible, or become a philosopher, brake the wall that the spiritual world placed on science and truly combine in with magic, changing the world forever.

Harry thought about his options as he looked upward, toward the sky that was filled with stars and couldn’t help but recall his childhood.

Not his parents or the orphanage, but the years under the stairs.

Years filled with darkness, where the stories his past life left behind were his only company.

The stories that had different worlds in them.

Worlds of magic and science, worlds of chakra and demons, worlds of songs and laughter.

The paths in front of him were restricting, even if he would manage to unite them into one path it would still be so.

But he didn’t want that restriction.

Magic is about freedom.

Being free to laugh, dance and sing.

Being free to rage, to harm, to kill.

Being free to learn everything and do anything.

It was the reason he chose to become a metamorphmagus, to not be limited in body.

Now it’s time for his mind to be unlimited.

Magic is the energy of possibilities, and he won’t give it up.

The paths seem to collapse one on top of the other, books trapping the gods in them as stories and immortals making books into artifacts.

A new path was created, where a statue of Confucius reading a book was at the end of it, as showing the path that combines the two of the previous paths.

“I already said I don’t want it!” Harry roared. “I already learned I’m not perfect! That no one is! I don’t care if I have to stay on the second stage forever, or if I will become like Bella, stuck between the second and the third!”

The vision broke and I found myself back in SWOR, and his magic seem to gain speed as it moved inside its body and he finally understood why the third stage is called the fire stage, why he has been so right to call it the plasma stage.

His body was filled with energy, making the tiredness he possessed to vanish as if non existent.

He seem to unconsciously release a bit of his magic into the air, making him able to sense his own electromagnetic field and gravity.

His mind seem to launch in every subject he ever studied and develop ideas with a new speed.

It was like his entire being was supercharged with either lightening or fire, making him able to comprehend, do and affect everything he wanted.

Of course, a few seconds later the feeling subsided as his magic depleted entirely, but now he had direction to move forward and a way to test his energy.

Bella and Nagini that waited outside heard a relieved laugh coming from inside of SWOR.

It was a laugh of a person who tasted freedom.