New Dawn – A Harry Potter Transmigration Fanfic - Chapter 147

Harry hissed the incantation in Parseltongue and pointed his wand at the rat who screeched in pain as a dark mark formed on it’s back.

He was usually not much of a fan of incantations and wand waving but he lacked the necessary knowledge and information on the dark mark at the moment and wanted to have a feel on how it worked.

If he could see magic like Selena then this would task would have been far easy for him.

“What do you see Selena?” he asked the Horned Serpent who was currently wrapped around his shoulders and gazing intently at the rat with a focused gaze.

“It’s dark.” She hissed “The dark mark you put on it’s back is dark black in color. And now it’s seeping into the rest of it’s body. As if a parasite was slowly taking over it.”

“The red and brown color of the rat is being covered by the dark black color of the dark mark. As if the mark was corrupting it’s whole body.” She explained “I don’t think it’ll survive the branding.”

“Why do you think that?” he asked, ignoring the rat that was practically screeching out it’s lungs at this point.

Looking at it’s current condition, anyone would be able to tell that it would not survive the branding. But why was Selena so sure about it. What did she see with her mage sight.

Once again he wished that he had succeeded in his project to copy Selena’s horns magical power into a human being.

And despite his numerous failures in that project, he was sure that he would eventually succeed. But he just felt so impatient regarding all of this.

He knew that gaining mage sight would be a critical point for him and that he would become even more powerful once he gained it. So being impatient was understandable.

“I don’t know how to explain it to you. But it’s almost as if the magic you forced into it’s body was far too dense for it and it’s body is now rejecting the dark mark and failing spectacularly.” She said.

“That does explain the pain it’s feeling but it still doesn’t explain why it would die in the branding.” He commented.

“The problem is that the dark mark is too invasive and in order to counter it’s influence, it’s body is destroying itself.” She said “I don’t know what exactly the red light is. It may be the magic inside it’s body or it may be it’s lifeforce. But whatever it is, it is being destroyed right now and I know what once the Black color of the dark mark takes over, it’ll die.”

“I see.” He said even though he didn’t really understood what she was talking about.

One of them would be that dark mark couldn’t be forced upon someone.

If you do, then the magical power or the lifeforce held inside a person would fight against it.

If the person who is branded is strong then his powers would easily crush the brand and the dark mark would be ineffective on him/her.

But a rat is not powerful enough to fight against the dark mark so it would eventually lose it’s life in the process of branding.

This also meant that in order for Voldemort to brand someone with his dark mark, the receiver must be willing to take it and serve the Dark Lord.

And from what he’d guessed from the movies, this was probably the truth as well.

Though there were instances where people who were captured by Voldemort were put under imperius and forced to accept the Dark Mark.

This whole subject was a bit of a mystery to him but he was sure that he would be able to understand the dark mark with a week or two and easily change it to do his own bidding in little more time then that.

As he was making these conclusions, the rat finally let out a shuddering breath before it went still.

“Test Subject R-0918 died after about one minute of taking the Dark Mark” he said and the quill noted down the observation in the notepad.

Then with a wave of his hand, the rat vanished from the table and another rat flew out of it’s cage and laid sprawled in front of him under paralysis effect.

“Experimenting on Test Subject R-0919. Using one tenth of the power used in a dark mark to see it the Test Subject survives the process.” He said and just as the quill finished writing, he pointed the wand at the rat and chanted the incantation, only putting one tenth of magic behind the spell this time.

Any other person doing such a thing would fail.

There were some spells that just didn’t work if you don’t put enough magic behind it.

A Patronus being the prime example of such a spell. If you don’t put enough magic behind it then you won’t even get a mist let alone a corporeal patronus.

But such a thing didn’t applied to him because of his impeccable control over magic that he gained because of the use of will and intent based magic.

So with that, the experiments continued.

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“Hello Steve.” He greeted that man through the phone as the call connected.

“Hello Harry” Steve replied with a nod “Do you want something?”

“I wanted to ask you about the condition of the company.” He said.

“The company is doing fine Harry.” Steve replied “The amount of products we’ve sold this month has fallen in comparison to the amount of products that we sold in the first month but that was to be expected. Still, we’re still making money from the shops plus there’s the Magical Phone which brings more than a thousand galleons each day with the calls that people make and the memories they watch.”

“But that’s not really what you wanted to ask about. Right?” Steve asked with a raised eyebrow “How about you just get down to the reason you called me.”

He smiled at the directness of the man “I was thinking about opening a sports section in our Magical Phones in which we would send memories of Quidditch matches to the people who are interested in watching the game.”

“And you’re sure that this’ll work?” Steve asked, showing a little bit of skepticism.

“Yes. I’m sure that this’ll work.” He replied “Quidditch is the only outdoor game in the magical work and as a result, it also has the most amounts of fans in the community. I’m sure that once we start posting memories of such games everyday, we’ll steadily gain a following in the Sports section which we can expand on at a later date.”

“I see. And how are we going to create this sports sections?” Steve asked.

“It’s simple.” He said “Find a wizard or witch who is a diehard fan of the game and pay him/her to go and watch all the Quidditch matches happening around in the world. Then tell her to return back home every night and share the memory with us. And then we can just upload that memory in the Magical Phones for people to watch.”

“It’s a rather simple idea.” Steve pointed out.

“Simple ideas work the best.” He replied with a shrug because he knew this to be the truth.

Most of the things he invented and sold in the Mall so far were based on simple ideas.

“I’ll see what I can do about it.” Steve said and noted his request down on a paper. “Is there anything else?”

“Not really.” He replied “That will be all for today. Thank you.”

“Sure.” With that, Steve cut the connection and he raised an eyebrow at the man’s impatient nature before he put the phone back in his pocket before he looked at the new room that he was going to live in this time around.

One thing that he could say about this room was that it was large.

Like, three times larger than the last room he had in Ravenclaw.

And his last room was a two-person room.

It just goes to show how much the people in this world are willing to bend for the heads of ancient and noble houses.

He shook his head and waved his hand around with the intention of removing the dust from the room and in the next instant, all the dust coating the floor and furnitures vanished as if it never existed.

“That’s better.” He commented and jumped on top of the large queen sized bed.

He was never one who indulged in luxury but even he had to accept the fact that the bed was perhaps the softest and most comfortable bed he’d ever slept in.

He closed his eyes and rest his head in the pillow, wondering what he was about to do with this room.

Since he was going to spend his nights in this room, he might as well turn it into one of his labs.

He could even turn it into a library as there were currently many books in his possession that he would like to read in his free time.

Or he could turn it into a Runes lab where he could create and invent new products.

He spent only a few hours of time everyday doing illegal human transfiguration work so he didn’t need to worry about that.

He opened his eyes and jumped down from the bed, removing the curtains from the windows in the process and illuminating the room with sunlight.

The room was not bad and despite the fact that it was entrusted on to him in order to keep him in check, he could easily turn it into one of his labs with no problem.

So with a smile, he took out his wand and got to work.

Author’s Note:- Because if you’re surrounded by fanatic Quidditch fans, then you definitely need to take advantage of that and sell some memories of some International Quidditch matches.

It’s good business.

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