Harry Potter : The Archmage Awakens

I stepped further into the Room, letting the door close softly behind me.

All right, focus, I thought, looking around at the shelves packed with ancient books and scrolls. First things first: let's see what kind of magical stuff you've got for me.

I scanned the spines of the books, lined across the shelves reading titles like "The Arcane Codex of Morgana" and "Runic Foundations by Rowena Ravenclaw." 

A particular tome bound in black scales caught my eye—"parsletongue: Harnessing the language." By Salazar Slytherin.

"Understanding Magic : By Merlin" I read the title of a particularly simple looking book.

"Transfiguration for dummies and Geniuses by Bastilia Hellogan."

"Potions to unlock Glory by Rhemus Goodstone."

These were just a couple of the hundreds of books waiting for me to read, dissect, and master.

The titles alone were enough to intrigue me, but I knew diving into them right away wasn't the best use of my time. 

I wanted to test my current spells and and get a better understanding of my strength.

I have already done some magic before but they have been simple everyday spells.

Moving towards the training area I started to look towards the dummies lining the walls of the room.

Each one seemed sturdy, enchanted to withstand spells, and probably ready to take whatever I threw at them. (Hopefully!)

The Essence of the Archmage had already ensured that I could cast the spells I knew wandlessly, giving me an advantage here in the UK, where most wizards were entirely dependent on wands.

Though I recalled from scattered bits of lore that in some other parts of the wizarding world, wandless magic wasn't nearly as rare.

Still, it's an edge, I thought, flexing my fingers as I stepped into the practice space. And I plan to sharpen it to perfection.

Standing in the center of the training area, I took a deep breath and felt the nearly endless amount of energy in me. The dummies stood motionless, their blank faces looking towards me.

"Alright, you lot," I muttered, cracking my knuckles . "Let's see what you're made of—or, more importantly, what I'm made of."

I decided to start simple. Flicking my wrist, I cast a quick Stupefy at the nearest dummy. The red jet of light struck it squarely in the chest, and with a blast the dummy slammed into the wall behind it scattering into multiple pieces.

I stared dumbly at the broken, but slowly recovering, dummy. Then I looked down at my hands in disbelief.

"Okay," I muttered. "Last I checked, Stupefy was supposed to be a stunning spell, not a method of sending someone to the Shadow Realm."

I suppose my spells were generally more powerful then others. I should control their power during normal spars.

Although Harry at this point in time in canon hadn't learned this spell but I could do them because I have seen him do the spell in movies.

The essence of Archmage allowed me to learn any spell by simply watching it ones and the spells that I watched during the Harry potter movies also counted in that.

 I waved my hand in a wide arc and thought, "Incendio!" A controlled jet of fire erupted, wrapping around one of the dummies before burning it to ashes in seconds.

I waved my hand towards another dummy and cast the signature spell of Harry that was ofcourse 'Expelliarmus.

The blue light of the disarming charm collided with the dummy. Its left arm was promptly torn off at the elbow, the detached limb flying across the room in a dramatic arc.

I winced a little at that "Yeah definitely need to control the power of the spells."

As the dummy slowly reattached its arm—bless the Room of Requirement's enchanted repair system—I took a step back and exhaled deeply.

"Yeah, I was strong, alright—and I hadn't even scratched the surface yet."

Using spells was exhilarating, like discovering I had an entirely new dimension of power at my fingertips.

But spells were just the beginning. A thought had been stuck in the back of my mind, growing bolder with every test.

I didn't want to just use magic; I wanted to create it.

The idea was thrilling. A magic that didn't rely on memorizing incantations or predefined patterns—a magic fueled purely by intent, shaped by will. No wands, no words, no limitations. Just power responding to my desires.

I shook my head, pulling myself back to reality. "Okay, Harry," I muttered to myself, "let's not get ahead of ourselves. One step at a time."

I was confident I'd be able to achieve it eventually, but it would take considerable time and effort.

That would be my long-term plan in this universe—a goal that would shape my future.

For now, though, I needed to focus on more immediate objectives. Short-term goals were more manageable, and much more needed.

Those were more easy to do. And that was simply learning more about magic theory and learning spell crafting.

The first step? Delving deeper into magical theory and mastering the art of spellcrafting.

Making my own spells that can help me in specific situations was a pretty powerful skill to have and I was going to master it.

So after Practicing some more spells learning to control there power.

Once I felt more confident in my control, I turned my attention to the books the Room of Requirement had so generously provided.

One book immediately caught my eye. It wasn't flashy or ancient-looking like some of the others, but its title practically radiated importance: Understanding Magic: By Merlin.

If this really was written by the Merlin, it was a treasure beyond imagination.

Settling into one of the comfortable chairs scattered around the room, I carefully opened the book and started to learn more about the magic in this world.

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Creation is hard, make sure to throw your stones at this book.