Train home

[A chapter was supposed to come out yesterday, but

the day was so long, hot and from start to finish full of shit every minute.

So today during the day I will be writing and releasing something. Although I'm not even sure if I would write anything else besides this chapter.]

Manuel boarded the train and found an empty seat. By taking a seat and casting a spell on the door so that no one bothers him except his sister and a couple of friends.

Although it's hard to say about friends, if you consider friends to be people with whom you communicate more than with other people, then probably really friends.

Taking out the book and opening it on the last bookmark, I began to read in silence, turning over the pages, I began to think about everything that happened this year. The more I remembered, the more I realized that apart from sitting in the library and Snape's lessons, I didn't do anything.

Well, if you count the layout and the theft of the Philosopher's stone and the murder of the shell of the noseless. Although if you think about what else I should do in this school. I am too old to communicate with children, of course, because of the child's body and returning emotions, I became mentally younger, but old memories and also the more I study and delve into magic, the more difficult it becomes to communicate with my peers.

I haven't even really progressed in the study of void energy. Which has the side effect of dulling emotions and ultimately depriving them. All I've been doing up to this point is walking along the path at the end of which I'll be alone again, a shell of my past and present self.

Extremely powerful, knowledgeable, and intimidating, but still a shell. Without friends, without hobbies and love. In the eternal search for new knowledge and magic, constant mindless experiments at the end of which only death will await me due to failure or error.

Having stopped reading a book a long time ago, I looked out the window and thought. I was thinking about my life and the future. In the reflection of the glass, my eyes no longer showed youthful brilliance and desire for everything new. There was not that cunning and wise spark. Only melancholy and desolation remained.

All the children and students of Hogwarts have already sat down on the train and it slowly began to move forward. Most of the children were laughing and chatting with each other, and a woman with a cart was spreading sweets and various sweet snacks. The perfects kept order and no one got hurt.

A minority read some books. Some are about magic, and some have read newspapers about the latest news in the world of magic. Seeing all this, I was overwhelmed with melancholy.

Daphne and Tracy talked about some girlish topics, and Draco and his servants began to harass Potter again. Ron was shouting something about purebloods, and Hermione started lecturing about something.

After looking at the book, I continued reading. A book about the theories of alchemy. An explanation of the interaction of the 4 elements and how the components react to a certain element.

I was thinking, maybe I should take a break? Just relax for a couple of months, without experimenting and learning new magic. Without a constant search for a method to become stronger and improve yourself. Without worrying about the future due to the possible resurrection of Voldemort and Dumbledore's manipulative plan.

The longer I thought about it, the less my desire to continue this path became. The path of great wizard is a scientist who is always in search of new knowledge and theories about magic. But the knowledge about the curse of Astoria, about the return of Voldemort, who, as it turned out, is even insane, is still extremely dangerous. Not to mention his followers, psychopaths who have spent their lives studying dark magic and ways to torture and kill people.

The knowledge that this is not just a world is based on the book about Harry Potter, who with the help of one spell was able to defeat the noseless one. At the cost of the death of a couple of people.

I can't know everything that's going on in this world and be sure that I can prepare and plan for everything. I cannot be sure that I will become strong enough to withstand all future threats.

With these thoughts, my idea of taking a few months off sank into the deepest and darkest corners of my mind, and a new determination to continue to become stronger strengthened. However, I knew that in the future I would have to pay a lot for this decision.

POV Daphne

I talked to my friend, but after I noticed that my brother became even more gloomy. He always seemed to be an adult beyond his age and it seems that he is always worried about some problems. He is constantly striving for knowledge and ways to become stronger.

But now he seemed to have made a decision that made him even more thoughtful and gloomy. I was always a little worried about him, but I didn't show it. I know that it will become even harder for him if I always pester him with my questions about his well-being and his problems. That's why I always tried to become stronger too so that I could support him in difficult times and his plans.

Although it would be easier for me if he rested more often, as he always told me, and also made a couple of friends. I know that our mutual friend will come next year and maybe it will be easier for him. Deep down I know that he can't make a friend because of his thoughts and knowledge. He was too old to be friends with children. Especially with those who are only fooling around and wasting their worst time.

I also began to think more maturely because of the constant study of mind and soul magic. My soul began to grow and become an adult faster, much faster. Probably this is a minus of the knowledge of any magic. If you start studying at least a little deeper than the school curriculum, you can understand how complex and deep it is. It makes you grow up faster because of the constant need to broaden your horizons. After all, without this, you can quickly get confused about all the terms and possibilities to change reality to your liking.

[A rather difficult chapter, but I want to show that everything has its price and the study of magic is not a fun pastime, but a hard science that quickly ages a person because of the large boundaries of what is allowed and huge prospects. Because magic is not just spells of the elements, but information and knowledge of the universe, its laws, and boundaries. Knowledge of reality itself and how it can be changed by a wizard with great knowledge and magical reserves.

A frivolous child cannot make a deep dive into magic, otherwise, he will die because of mistakes and his immaturity.]