Professor Dovahkiin - Volume 1 Chapter 4 Ch. 4 Trixie

Alone in my room in The Leaky Cauldron, I make myself comfortable on the bed.

Grabbing the muggle history books, I begin to scan them for any hints to the type of world I’m stuck in.

After an hour, I can’t find anything about mutants or aliens. One of the books was published over twenty years ago, so the theory of Charles Xavier erasing the memory of mutants from the world should hold true here.

I’m now confident this world is a crossover of MCU and the Harry Potter books.

Putting the history books aside, I look over the spell-books. Picking-up The Standard Book of Spells: Grade 1, I dive right in it.

The Standard Book of Spells is definitely designed for beginners. Every magical spell listed in the book is a multi-page chapter. The chapter covers the spell creator, the creation, and possible uses for the spell. There’s even a section on theories as to why it was created!

This book wouldn’t even hit a quarter of its current size if they removed all the background information.

The book starts off with the Wand-Lighting Charm and Wand-Extinguishing Charm. I already have the Candlelight and Magelight spells, but this will allow me a glimpse into the magic of this universe.

Both spells are insanely simple, being composed of three parts, the intent, wand movement, and incantation. The wand movement for Lumos is an upside-down V, and you have to envision the tip of your wand illuminating.

Using my index finger in place of a wand, I imitate the wand movement. There’s a sudden stirring in my chest before it rushes through my arm. That’s my Magicka! That is the same feeling when I cast a Skyrim spell!

Focusing back on the Wand-Lighting Charm, I repeat the instructions listed in the book. With a vivid picture in my mind, I confidently state, “Lumos.”

A bright white light shoots out from the tip of my finger, illuminating every corner of the dimly lit room. There is no pain, and the light moves with my finger-tip. It reminds me of having a flashlight for a finger.

Focusing on the light, it becomes dimmer, until it’s only a slight glow. When I think of the sun, the room is instantly flooded with a blinding flash. Forced to squeeze my eyes shut, I silently command, “Nox.”

I hesitantly open one eye. Other than a few spots floating in my vision, the room has returned to its previously dim state. Meticulously inspecting my finger, it appears to be completely normal. Not a single mark to be seen.

Bursting out in laughter, I alternate my hands to cast the spells!

From my memories of studying a new spell at the College of Winterhold, most spells require three things. Incantation, visualization, and the proper magic structure.

The wand movement for the Wand-Lighting Charm does the same thing a magic structure does. It twists and bends your Magicka in the necessary pattern to bring the spell to life.

This explains how wandless magic exists in the Harry Potter world! The witches and wizards can create the magic structure required without the use of a wand.

It’s the same way in Skyrim!

It’s too early to say for sure, but if I’m right, a wand will be completely unnecessary. I’ll have to try something more advance to test that.

Flipping towards the back of the book, I find the chapter for the Severing Charm.

After reading through the Severing Charm chapter, I feel comfortable enough to attempt the charm. The chapter doesn’t go into much detail. It only states the wand movement the user is supposed to do is a flick and twist of the wand. The picture of the wand movement does help a bit.

Looking around the room, I find a target. Pointing my palm at the candle, I clearly envision my intent. Once I am ready, I silently command, Diffindo. I give my wrist a small flick and twist. My magic stirs and rushing down my arm. I feel, something, being shot out of my palm, and a shallow cut appears on the wall. The shallow cut is several inches to the side of the candle.

On a whim, I point my palm towards the candle a second time. Ensuring I have my intent clearly in my mind, I attempt to cast the spell without thinking of the incantation. I want to test if all spells can be cast on pure intent, like in the case of accidental magic.

After a few moments of nothing, I give up on the thought for now. Turning back to the candle, I think Diffindo, and try to replicate the feel of my magic from the first time. My magic stirs and rushes down my arm. The strange power fires out of my palm and the top of the wax candle falls to the desk.

My excitement and annoyance are swirling in my chest. I’m annoyed I missed where I was aiming, twice, but happy the second attempt was a success. I’ll have to practice aiming in the future.

This brings up all sorts of possibilities. I’m able to learn these simple spells even faster than the spells I learned in Skyrim. Even better, no wand required for the same result. I just have to learn the magic structure for the spell.

I’m sure this won’t be the case for all spells. Thinking about some of the more powerful spells from the movies, I’m sure they have a ridiculously complex magic structure. I may just get a wand to prevent myself from the trouble of memorizing such a difficult magic structure. Time will tell.

At this rate, I shouldn’t have a problem winning the vacancy for the Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor come next summer. I think I’ve reached the same number of spells Lockhart can successfully cast!

Dumbledore will have a hard time choosing Lockhart over a wizard that can wandlessly cast spells from both hands.

With a goal in mind, I dive back into the spellbooks.

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September 7th, 1991

At the end of the sixth day, I finished the first three years of education in the Charms, Transfiguration, and Defense Against the Dark Arts subjects. Each morning and evening, I practice each of the new spells, and some of the nondestructive Skyrim spells.

A side note, a conjured Arctic Saber-tooth cat, is much larger than I thought it would be. There were several Skyrim mods to create permanent summons, so I thought a pet would be nice to keep me company.

The giant cat seemed to understand my silent commands, but similar to it’s smaller domestic version, it would randomly demand attention and ear rubs.

I banished it after it had kept trying to crawl into my lap. It was adorable at first, but once I lost feeling in my legs, it had to go.

I’ve not conjured anything else yet. I am curious about the Summon: Dragon spell. In the game, the dragon was just a flying mount. If I summon one, will I be able to communicate with it, or will it just be another domesticated pet? Something else for another time.

Anyway, I was pleased to find I have been able to cast every spell wandlessly and silently. Some of the spells in the year three books took a bit more practice to achieve. Their magic structures were a bit more complex bordering on the Adept level of difficulty.

Two of my favorite spells, are the Mending Charm from the Harry Potter world and Grand Telekinesis from Skyrim.

The Mending Charm allows me to repair all the damage caused in my spell practice. From cuts in the wall to severed candles. You can’t even tell where the damage was.

The Grand Telekinesis from Skyrim is not only powerful but has unlimited uses the game wasn’t able to allow. I can pull a string from my robes, and even lift everything in my room off the floor. I’ve even used it to levitate myself!

I doubt I’ll be able to use it to fly, but I can easily see using it to hover around.

I’m debating on reading the four banned books I was able to bribe George into selling me. The smart choice is to wait until I have a better understanding of this universes magic however, the thought of powerful rituals is tempting. The mere thought of disfiguring myself like Voldemort is the only thing preventing me from diving into those books.

I plan to walk around Diagon Alley a bit this morning. I’ve not left my room since the first day. I’ve had all my meals delivered to my room.

Tom was the one to bring my dinner that first night. That changed after meeting the cute maid, Linda, the following morning.

Linda is a sassy brunette of a similar age as me. We spend several minutes flirting every time she brings a meal to my room. Nothing has happened yet, but I’m working on it.

Putting thoughts of the curvy brunette to the side, I get dressed for my outing. Before stepping out of my room, I take a look at myself in the enchanted mirror.

“You would look much more dashing with a shorter hairstyle deary,” a posh middle-aged voice sounds from the mirror. “And wear something other than black if you wish to speed things along with that curvy little maid you fancy.”

The mirror’s last comment causes me to pause before I step out of the room.

Looking back at the mirror, I ask it, “Have you been spying on us?”

The silence is as good as an admission. “You naughty girl,” I tell the mirror as I open my door. I hear a feminine-huff as I close the door behind me. Talking mirrors are an incredible piece of magic.

I don’t bother locking the door. I have all of my possessions in my subspace, and I only know the beginner locking spells. Any witch or wizard could easily bypass such a simple charm.

Something I plan to do, once I learn it, is Transfiguring my door into the wall. I doubt there’s an unlocking spell that would work on a solid wall.

On second thought, I use a locking spell on my door. Its only real advantage against others with magic is the fact that every wizard can instinctively tell their own spells from those cast by another.

You won’t be able to identify the person who casts a spell, but you can ‘feel’ which spells you cast. Very handy when checking to see if there has been tampering with your spell work.

Now that I’ve been in the wizarding world for nearly a week, I’m able to actually enjoy a walk through Diagon Alley. I take the time to actually inspect each shop and the various stalls.

Coming to J. Pippin’s Potions, my curiosity draws me in. I’ve not even begun to look at my collection of potions books, but that doesn’t mean I don’t understand how helpful they can be.

As I’m browsing the potions in the display cabinet, an older gentleman walks over. “Good morning, and welcome to J. Pippin’s Potions. Can I help you find anything?”

Looking at the clean-shaven man, I tell him, “Thank you. I require a potion to help with memorization and mental enhancement.”

“Ah. Three options come to mind. Baruffio’s Brain Elixir, Memory Potion, and Felix Felicis are the likely potions you’re looking for. Baruffio’s Brain Elixir has the potential to temporarily boost all mental functions. However, it can have zero effect or even harm the user. It is a pure gamble. Not recommended.

“The Memory Potion will help in recalling details from existing memories, but that’s what it’s well known for. Its true, strength is when used during study or practical application. The Memory Potion will reinforce those experiences. This will allow you to recall even the most minute of details, even your emotions during the casting.

“Felix Felicis, commonly known as Liquid Luck, is actually not the potion of chance many take it for. Its function is to accelerate your subconscious reasoning and allow you to accurately select the avenue most likely to succeed. The potion does not cause the user to stumble into fame and fortune. However, no shop offers Felix Felicis. One must contact a Potions Master and negotiate for them to brew a vial.”

It’s unfortunate about Felix Felicis being unavailable for purchase, but the Memory Potion seems even better than I imagined. Still, something seems off. “That seems unbelievable. Why don’t more wizards take advantage of the Memory Potion?”

The potioneer nods in agreement. “It truly is a remarkable potion. But the effects only last two hours, and at four galleons per bottle… Most see this as an unnecessary luxury item.”

“I see,” I absently say as I plot how to maximize the benefit of such a potion. For the simple spells I’ve learned, it would be a waste to use a Memory Potion for study, but greatly beneficial for my daily practice sessions. Coming to a decision, I tell the gentleman, “I’ll take ten bottles of Memory Potion.”

“Excellent choice,” the potioneer declares as he begins to place the bottles into a wooden vial rack. After paying for the Memory Potions, the gentleman states, “If you ever need potions in a hurry, feel free to send your house-elf. Though, writing down your order in a letter for the house-elf to deliver will eliminate any confusion. Not the brightest creatures, house-elves.”

A sense of embarrassment washes over me. I forgot all about those overpowered little servants. “I’ll keep that in mind,” I reply as I walk out of the shop.

Moving a bit down from the potion shop, I look around the street to make sure I won’t be overheard. In a low volume, I firmly ask, “Are there any free house-elves near?”

A subtle pop resounds in front of me. Looking down, I see a tiny dirt-covered house-elf, with huge blue eyes and large pointed ears. There’s a little tuft of brown hair sticking up from the top of the little elf’s head.

“Trixie be a free elf, Mister Dragon Sir,” the tiny creature nervously says as she’s wringing her hands in her dirty pillowcase.

I’m stunned at hearing what she called me! Is she able to sense I’m a Dragonborn? House-elves truly are a remarkable species.

Putting thoughts of house-elves aside, I look over Trixie a second time. Looking into those massive-eyes, I’m reminded of a sad puppy.

I take a knee in front of the nervous elf. I gently say, “Nice to meet you, Trixie. My name is Xavier Dovahkiin, and I need a powerful house-elf to join me. Is that something you’re interested in, Trixie?”

I’m not sure how, but her eyes seem to grow even larger! Vigorously nodding her head, her ears flop uncontrollably. “Oh, yes! Trixie can be Master Dragon Sir’s house-elf!”

“Wonderful! Tell me, Trixie, what needs to be done to bond with you,” I ask the tiny elf?

At that question, Trixie nervously looks down the street. Looking up at me, she quietly says, “There be a shop, that Master Dragon Sir can go to to find house-elves…”

Judging by her hesitance, it seems the shop either has high requirements, or they place the house-elves in a specific order. If it’s the latter, Trixie probably isn’t due to be matched with an owner anytime soon.

Regardless of her reason, I like the spunky little critter. I ask, “Trixie, is there a way we can skip going to the shop?”

With excitement pouring back into her eyes, Trixie exclaims, “Of course! Master Dragon Sir just needs to place master’s hand on Trixie’s head!”

“Okay,” I say as I place my hand on the little tuft of hair between her ears. The moment my hand makes contact, I feel my Magicka being drawn into Trixie. It lasts only a moment, but Trixie’s skin quickly changes to a healthy and flushed tone.

Standing back up, I look down at the dirty house-elf. I point my palm at Trixie and cast the Cleaning charm. After watching the dirt vanish, I point at her dirty pillowcase and cast Scourgify. Instantly, the once dinghy pillowcase is a pristine white.

“That’s better. We can’t have you representing me, all covered in dirt, now can we?”

Before I can say another word, Trixie falls to the ground. She gives a small shutter, and her eyes roll to the back of her head. Laying prone on the ground, she has a goofy little smile on her face.

Well, that was unexpected.