Harry Potter: The art of divination

*Morpheus pov* 

My head rolled back as my blood doppelgangers memories flooded into my mind. I saw myself teaching my students about numerology. Good, that means the ritual was a overwhelming success because that is exactly what I would have taught. 

Like a film the memories rewound to the meeting with Filius. Watching the interaction I honestly don't know where to put the man. He is helpful, powerful, and intelligent. But something about him screams at me he is more than those things. 

I usually don't do a full history divination but, I might have to carve out some time to see if there is something I have missed. 

Snapping my head forward I opened and closed my eyes repeatedly allowing my sight to adjust to my walls once more. Looking at my arms the blood red lines covering my whole body pulsed slightly with magic. 

The ritual to create such a powerful doppelganger is intense I had to supply my blood constantly over the summer. Now that's its done I have to let the blood join back with my magic to replenish the form. If I let it go dry it would be a terrible day. 

On day one my 'clone' would start looking like it's melting. Day two it would start looking more like a liquid. Day three the clone would collapse completely. 

Luckily the replenishment process didn't take much out of me. It is a passive pull of course I can turn it into an active one if I needed to replenish it quickly. 

Sitting in my chair I relaxed my body and my mind. I didn't do much today just in case I needed to make a quick trip to Hogwarts and deal with something. Now knowing my doppelganger was successful I will be able to do a lot more. 

It's not that I had no faith in the ritual. No, my faith in the outcome was steadfast. But, I had to make sure everything was perfect. 

Thinking about the memories I received over the numerology class I couldn't help but chuckle. The students didn't look too enthused, and seemed to think numerology was too basic. 

They were wrong. 

Arithmancy another elective at Hogwarts teaches numerology as well but, not what I will be going into. 

Numerology is profound. A mystery to most and even when you think you have mastered the magic of numbers there is still so much to learn. 

I still constantly learn new things about the art. I wouldn't say I'm even close to mastering it. 

What I do know is numerology will be life saving if the students can grasp what I will be teaching. Learning about what numbers relate to you can help your magic greatly. 

There are some spells I only cast on certain days because of the importance of numerology. 

An example I will provide the students when I get to it. A person, man or female, wizard or witch. Doesn't matter, they cast a stunner on a normal day and can barely put down a grown man. 

Through numerology, they learn their stunning spell works better on the eleventh day of every month. On that day they do everything the same but, that same stunner can put down an elephant. 

So, it doesn't matter if the students find this boring at first because, in understanding their own magic they will understand how to properly defend themselves. 

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As I woke in the early light, my hand lifted, reaching out as if to shake the air. A faint, tingling warmth prickled through my skin as the red markings across my body began to pulse, gathering slowly around my outstretched palm. They congealed, thickening, and then stretched, shaping themselves into a bloody hand that hovered inches from mine. It moved, clasping my hand in an eerie, knowing handshake.

A forearm followed, suspending itself in the space between us, as though tethered to an unseen body. Then, inch by inch, the shoulder took form, joined by the gentle curve of a neck and the slope of a torso, each segment flowing into place.

Next, hips and legs emerged, each detail mirroring my own build until two feet took shape on the floor, identical to mine. Finally, the head formed—a faceless mask of blood at first, then gradually sharpening, refining, until it held all the contours of my own.

And then, like ink spreading across a blank page, color seeped through the figure, filling it from fingertips to toes. The face settled, eyes focusing as they found mine.

I was staring into my own gaze, watching myself come alive.

I smiled, "Teach them well." 

My clone smiled back at me, "I will, what shall we do about Albus? He seems eager to know what made us change our mind." 

I shook my head, "If he asks alert me and we will tell him. I doubt he will right now though." 

He nodded, "Alright," turning my clone walked to the floo and disappeared in a swirl of flames 

Chuckling I went to the floo and took some powder in my hands, "Diagon Alley, floo point three." I threw the powder in and stepped into a pub 

The pub was mostly a hub of those leaving and entering the alley there were several around the alley. 

Stepping out I walked across the street softly mumbling a spell allowing the magic to coat my body. A stronger version of the classic keep-away charm, no one will notice me walking. 

I entered an apothecary across the street the bell chiming overhead brought the store owner's attention to me momentarily letting the spell slip. 

"How can I help you?" the owner asked gruffly he didn't seem too happy to see someone enter 

I smiled, "Thaddeus Blackwood right?" I asked 

"What is it to you?" he grumbled, "If you want to speak to my father or my brothers go ahead and bugger off." 

You see the Blackwood family is a pureblood line. Thaddeus here is the runt of the family tasked to run the apothecary they own.

Also a death eater planted to move at any moment. 

"Just wanted to make sure." I laughed, "I'm sure this isn't the grand vision you saw for yourself when you joined Voldemort." 

His eyes widened before he scoffed, "Dont know what you're talking about. Move along if you aren't buying." 

"You see, Voldemort has a little issue. Why plant spies if your going to brand them so obviously?" I asked rhetorically before swiping my hand the potion bottle behind him turned into a dagger that cut forward slicing into Thaddeus's throat 

He choked on his own blood trying to escape but he couldn't. Walking leisurely forward I snatched his right arm and took out a dagger pinning it to the counter while pulling up his sleeve to reveal the mark. 

I hummed walking out of the apothecary he was the first out of the many I will be visiting this afternoon. 

It might seem pointless, I'm just killing nobodies What is the benefit? 

Pressure. 

Tom can't look weak and his people being picked off one by one their dark marks prominently on display. It will drive him mad, in that madness he will attack. 

I will be there this time, I need him to feel as if a guillotine is dropping down. 

For it is the only way.