HP: I got Transmigrated into the World of Magic

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"Well we haven't had our DADA review yet, so no I didn't," I smile.

"And to do it wandlessly..." she shakes her head. "You're lucky you aren't in a coma."

I look surprised. "Really? I think if I hadn't wasted so much energy on the Stunner beforehand that I would have been fine."

She laughs. "William, that's another Fourth Year spell. You shouldn't even be awake, let alone standing here casting spells. But what's wrong with your wand?"

"I...don't know. It was given to me, so I don't know much about it."

"Well here, try mine," Hermione says. "Mine's dragon heartstring, so it should be more open to you than Harry's phoenix feather or Ron's unicorn hair."

I frown, but take it. I look it over, but I don't feel anything different.

"Well, give it a try," she says.

"Wingardium Leviosa."

No movement.

Hermione frowns. "I didn't notice anything particularly wrong except you could be a bit more crisp after the swish and also after the flick. Try it again."

I do, with the same results. "Does it...do you feel anything when you use magic?"

"What do you mean?"

"Like a rush from your stomach, then it flows through your arm. Almost like your circulation was cut off and your blood is rushing back into it."

Hermione looks at Harry and Ron, but all three seem perplexed. "That doesn't sound familiar..." She thinks for a moment. "Okay, I'll try a higher level spell. You say the Reductor took the most out of you?"

"It did, but it was on purpose. The Stunner barely moved the dummy, so I put more energy behind the Reductor."

Her eyebrows knit and she presses her lips together. "Okay, I'll give it a shot." She turns to the dueling dummy. "Reducto!" A lemon-sized gouge sprays chips of stone onto the floor and the dummy swings back with the impact.

"Whoa! Nice one, Hermione," Ron says, clearly impressed.

"How was that?" I ask.

She shakes her head. "I can't really say. I guess maybe I can feel a very small amount of tightness in my gut, but it could very well be something else, like maybe I ate something that doesn't agree with me, or perhaps I didn't eat enough. I wouldn't even mention it any other time."

"That's pretty much what I felt, too, except it was much stronger. But you didn't feel any kind of flow or anything? Do you think you could make the spell stronger?"

She frowns. "I don't think so, and I'm not sure."

I scratch my head, sure I'm missing something.

"Why don't you try it, Will?" Harry says.

"No, Harry, did you forget about Friday already?" Hermione says.

"It's okay Hermione, I know what it feels like to use too much energy now."

Hermione looks at me worriedly. "Are you sure? I mean, how do you know you're even fully recovered?"

I shrug. "I don't feel any soreness in my abdomen. When I do I'll stop and take a break."

She sucks on her bottom lip again. "Well, fine, but don't overdo it. Madam Pomfrey wouldn't be pleased to see you again."

"No, I don't suppose she would." I hold my arm out toward the dummy and concentrate. Without letting too much energy build up in my hand, I release a blue ball of energy and my arm jerks back in recoil. 

It slams into the dummy, obliterating a melon-sized chunk of the lower torso, propelling chunks of stone, pebbles, and dust out the back of the dummy toward the empty wall.

"Bloody hell that looks wicked!" Ron says excitedly.

"How do you feel?" Hermione quickly jumps in.

I shrug. "Mild discomfort. Like you said, I feel like I could eat something. If I were sitting at home I'd probably grab a snack or something."

She frowns. "Still, I don't think you should use magic for a bit. I wish there were some way we can monitor it."

"I'm getting the hang of how it feels. I think I could pull off a few more of those."

Her face darkens as she glares at me. "Don't even think about it!"

I laugh. "Hey, I'm not about to get on Pomfrey's bad side here, I'm just telling you where I think my limit might be."

She softens her glare, then purses her lips and taps a finger against them. "Well, I think it's worth testing how long your recovery time is."

I can agree to that. "Good idea. But how will we know when I'm fully recovered? With small spells I don't even feel a difference."

"I guess it doesn't have to be exact," she admits with a frown.

"Yes, yes, good, good. Is it my turn yet?" Harry asks, bouncing a bit.

Hermione turns her frown on him. "We aren't supposed to be practicing DADA spells yet."

"We might as well, now," he points out.

She sighs. "Okay, fine, but just the Reductor for now, then we'll go back to Charms."

"REDUCTO!" Harry bellows almost before Hermione stops talking. A large blue ball of energy envelops the dummy, completely disintegrating it, leaving a pile of smoky ash on the floor while the now loose chain swings back and forth.

"Sodding hell Harry you could have waited until after my turn!" Ron laughs.

"Harry is first in our year at DADA, William," Hermione says in explanation.

I laugh. "I'm not surprised, that was pretty awesome."

"How do you feel, Harry?" Hermione asks.

He shrugs. "Okay I guess. Since you two were talking about it I guess I feel a pang of mild hunger, but like you guys I wouldn't have noticed it otherwise."

"Hm, I'll have to think on that later," Hermione says. "Let's give Ron a shot, though we don't need to bother asking him how he feels afterward. He's always hungry."

"Hey, growing boy and all. But in case you didn't notice, Harry kind of destroyed the—" Ron stops as the Room both provides a pristine training dummy and removes the rubble.

Hermione smiles smugly.

"Show off," he mutters.

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