After the ritual

"How can this be, Jarvis?" asked Henry. "Sir, although my calculations are not wrong, the effect of magical creature fragments is the only possibility I can think of. Magical creatures consume and utilise magic as part of their biology. Most magical creatures have magical sight to determine their choice of habitat in areas where magic is concentrated. The parts you used are specially ranked even among magical creatures, as a result of my calculations. With the effect of the creature parts mixed into your blood, you get more benefit from the ritual than intended," Jarvis said.

"I have calculated that when the full effects of the ritual and the consumption of the potions take full effect, your vision will be five times stronger than it is now. Sir, congratulations again," said Jarvis. There were streams of different colours in a mist before Henry's eyes. Henry looked around the room at the spells and charms he had cast and saw the colour and flow of his magic. "This is more than I could have asked for. Increase the tests to the limit. I want to know the full extent of everything I get from the ritual," Henry said.

Henry continued to test his limits for a whole day and night without rest. He never stopped except to eat. His metabolism had accelerated so much that he no longer needed to go to the toilet. He could go without sleep for a week if he wanted to. "This is really beyond my expectations," Henry thought. The result of the ritual hadn't changed much, but the increase in the limit he would initially achieve by magically feeding his body would be more than he had anticipated.

"Jarvis, show me the calculated side effects," said Henry. He was still in the test room in the basement. He was a mess, and the room was a mess. "Sir, the only side effect I have calculated is that it will take two years, not one, for your body to adapt to the changes. You will also need to extend the process of consuming the potion I designed accordingly. As a result, your body's toxicity will reach forty-five per cent," Jarvis said and continued, "This level of toxicity would normally kill you, but you will be able to cope easily with the adaptation your body has made."

Henry was very happy to hear this. He had got more out of the ritual than he had expected and the magical sight would be very useful in developing his talent in magic. "Jarvis, can we convert this toxicity into immunity to poison?" he asked. "Sir, you can immunise against poison classified as low level, but no more than that," Jarvis said after making the calculations. "And if we perform a ritual with Basilisk poison at the end of the process, could the situation change?" Henry asked again.

Jarvis again calculated the probability "Sir, according to the information I have obtained, complete poison immunity does not seem possible, but I think it is possible with the knowledge that can be obtained from the Room of Requirement," said Jarvis and continued "Also, according to my calculations, with the development of your metabolism, it has become much more difficult for you to enter the potion effect. An attacker, unaware of your current condition, would have to give you five times the dose a normal magician would need to take to put you to sleep with the potion."

After getting used to and learning everything about his recent development in detail, Henry went into the bathroom again. After cleaning up, he left the basement and went to the dining room of the house. He drank tea while resting in the living room after eating food made by Axy. While drinking his tea, he saw the calendar on the wall and almost sprayed the tea. "Damn, it's almost time," Henry said. It had taken almost four days to complete the ritual and his analysis. The train to Hogwarts was due to leave tomorrow.

Henry had already done his shopping, but there were some books he hadn't bought. These books were written by Gilderoy Lockhart. Even though the stories were true, they were more on the literary side than on the teaching side. Lockhart had stolen other people's stories and published them as his own, thus gaining fame. Of course, no one was aware of this, but anyone who spent some time with Lockhart could see how incompetent he was in magic.

Henry rose from his seat with a sigh. It was already nine o'clock in the morning. Since the physical changes he experienced after the ritual were different from what he expected, his old clothes were too small. The clothes he bought from abroad were all charmed to fit his growth. Although the clothes he bought in England had similar charms, he decided to change his clothing style to his new height. After putting on his clothes, Henry went to Diagon Alley using the fireplace net.

The street was crowded and chaotic, like the beginning of every school term. Wizards and children were running here and there. Even though it was still early in the morning, the chaos had already begun. Henry moved quickly. First, he went to Flourish and Blotts. After buying the books of the impostor Lockhart, he left the shop and went to Twilfitt and Tattings. This shop sold more luxurious clothes.

The shop had clothes up to the sixties. Henry bought himself two or three black three-piece suits. He wanted the inner lining of the suit in blood red. The suit would take two hours to complete. Henry left the shop and went to Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour for a snack. He was eating his chocolate ice cream while watching the magicians running around. Henry went to Gringotts after buying his suits.

Henry had spent a lot of galleons this summer, and when he thought about it, he remembered that he had not invested in the stock market. He met his account manager, a goblin named Bogrig, in his room. "Bogrig, what is the status of my account?" asked Henry. "Three hundred and fifty thousand galleons left with your last expenditure, young wizard," said Bogrig in a grim, scratchy voice. Henry pulled a list of companies he wanted to invest in out of his pocket. "Bogrig, as far as I remember, I can invest in muggle companies with one tenth of the amount I have in my vault. I want you to invest in the companies on this list in accordance with the numbers and dates next to it," Henry said, handing the list to Bogrig.

Bogrig examined the list and fixed his eyes on Henry's eyes "Young wizard, you do realise that if we see any doubts about the rise of these companies, we will confiscate your vault, right?" he asked, bloodthirstily. Without taking his eyes from Bogrig's, Henry put his elbows on his knees and leaned forward, interlocking the fingers of his hands. "I am not manipulating anything, Bogrig. I am not foolish enough to think that I can fool the goblins with money. This list is based on my analyses and guesses. However, this list would not have reached you if I did not have faith that you would not dishonour your honour for the small amount in my coffers," Henry said, Bogrig's bloodthirsty eyes narrowed as he heard his words, but before Bogrig could speak Henry continued "I do not question or distrust the goblins, but I know that you have used the loopholes in the boundaries of the law for yourself and I respect that"

By the time Henry stopped talking, Bogrig had calmed down, and he had a smile on his face that would have been the nightmare of a small child. "You have learnt well of my race at your young age, magician. I will invest according to your wishes. Your investments in the wizarding world need a little adjustment," Bogrig said. Henry left Gringotts and returned home after settling investment matters with Bogrig.

Henry had fulfilled his plans for the summer and more. He was looking forward to going to Hogwarts and having fun. Because he had a glimpse of the world's plot, Henry was less anxious about the future than the uninformed. Even if he believed he was in a different world from the one he knew, at least he was in a world he knew. Henry handed over control of his body to Jarvis and immersed himself in the training simulation in his mind to get used to his developing body.

Time passed quickly, and it was time to go to Hogwarts. The Hogwarts Express was leaving at eleven o'clock. Henry travelled to platform 9 ¾ using the fireplace net at home an hour before. He was dressed in his newly bought black suit and left his hair dishevelled. He boarded the train with his briefcase in his hand and sat in an empty cabin. He took out one of Lockhart's books and started reading. The man was a complete fraud, but he was a good man of letters. He had written down the stories he had stolen in a way that made them enjoyable to read.