CHAPTER 6
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The director moved his hand slightly in the air, and I felt a slight energy fluctuation. The man and woman standing by the car, whom I vaguely remember, immediately turned their attention to the two of us.
"Headmaster Dumbledore?" the woman turned to the old man and turned her gaze to me. "Hector?"
- Hello? Probably, - I nodded without much emotion. And then the "snot" began.
Mom, and it was she, because even a blind person would have noticed the resemblance between our faces, immediately rushed to hug me and start wailing about something. Well, yes, for the first time I saw a completely conscious and reasonable look from my son. My father was much more reserved, he came up and shook hands with the director. By the hand.
- Thank you for your help.
"As I already said," the director smiled, "it was not difficult or expensive, and even without our help the boy would have come to his senses, albeit a little later."
After exchanging a few more phrases with the director, my parents quickly dragged me into the car, and my mother sat next to me in the back seat and had no intention of letting me out of her embrace. I hoped I wouldn't break anything, I'm as thin as a stick.
When I arrived home, they showed me everything right away, although I already remembered everything. Then they sat me down at the table.
"So skinny, what a nightmare," my mother lamented, putting something meaty on my plate.
- I was like that before. I say - I remember everything.
My hands weren't very good at holding the fork correctly, as my upbringing from the shards required, and I had to simplify my grip a bit - the way my body had learned to do while on autopilot. Yes, I know that I hold the utensils the way a human is used to, but the damn elf shard - although almost empty, things were deposited in it, which it did much more often than a human, because it simply lived longer.
"I need more practice," I said out loud.
My parents looked at me with relief.
The whole day passed in a similar vein. They showed me something in the house, gave me a crash course in terms of "what is what and how to use it." To my surprise, I noticed that some technical nuances, for example, the remote control for the TV, initially caused some stupor, but as if reluctantly, an understanding of both the internal structure of the TV on a cathode-ray tube and the remote control emerged from memory. Well, and how to use it, of course.
Hermione. Sister. A girl like any other. Only now she really has gone to visit friends, and her parents complain that it is impossible to contact her. They need postal owls, and wizards have no other means of communication. Nonsense. Oh well, they don't go to someone else's monastery with their prayers.
Although I celebrated my birthday, July 4, at Hogwarts, there was nothing to stop me from celebrating it with tea and cake. By the twentieth, the excitement in the house over my recovery had died down, and my parents stopped hanging around me all their free time, like fairy-tale bears around a pot of honey. Now I not only read various literature to check the completeness of my knowledge, but I could also think in solitude, and there was a lot to think about.
The first is the physique. A healthy body means a healthy mind, and this is not just a saying. For a magical being, which includes absolutely any organic being with the gift of manipulating energies, the state of the body is very important. When the healer Smetvik came to us, if my not-so-best memory of this life does not fail me, he spoke of a "triad": body, soul, mind. The state of the soul has yet to be checked, I have more or less put the mind in order and the body remains.
At the moment, I am the happy owner of a thirteen-year-old male body. A little taller than my peers, thin, mediocre muscles. My health was said to be fine, only my brain works abnormally much. This needs to be changed. No, not in terms of my brain, but in terms of physical development, and several methods can help me. The classic genre is physical training. Add to them magical support in the form of potions and tinctures. But first, you should take care of diagnosing magical abilities and establishing a connection with different energies. And that means you need to start with magic. What do I know about magic from the memories of the fragments? Not much, and almost no specifics - general facts and thoughts that most often swirled in the minds of the fragments. Well, and a couple dozen techniques will be collected, also the most often used, and therefore the best "imprinted".
Magic itself is a complex direction of conscious manipulation of diverse and multifaceted energies of the universe to change or embody various properties and aspects of reality. Simply put, magic is a discipline, sorcery is a process.
Since magic allows one to control energies, a natural question arises: "What energies?" No matter how obvious the answer is, it is simple - any. The elves once proved that everything that exists is a form of energy. This fact is superimposed on the multidimensionality of reality and gives rise to an infinite number of energies of the most diverse types, types and properties.
Multidimensionality? An infinite number of dimensions within one space. Many of these dimensions are filled with a certain energy, the name of which is as close as possible to the embodied or related effects, properties and other facets of reality. For example, such banality as the energy of fire, water or electricity, life, light, darkness, death and so on. An immense multitude. Some, when merged, form others, more complex, and some cannot be combined, like matter with antimatter - there will be a big ba-da-boom.
Yawning loudly, he decided it was time to go to bed. No matter how healthy the body is, it cannot boast of endurance. Yes, sleep…
The soft, comfortable pillow under my head was imperceptibly replaced by a light, cool breeze, bringing the aromas of a summer forest. A magical forest - I could feel it right away. Softly stepping over a root of a centuries-old tree protruding from the ground, I inadvertently glanced up at the green crowns, through which almost no daylight penetrated.
Step, another step - no one would have heard these movements. My hand was familiarly squeezing the bow handle, and the arrow itself was asking to come out of the quiver - my eye noticed a shadow flashing between the trees. The arrow instantly fell into my hand, and now I am already aiming, pulling the bowstring. In motion, collecting a little wind magic, I direct it into the arrow, simultaneously forming a simple magical construct.
With a characteristic click, the bowstring shot the arrow. Obeying the will of magic, the arrow passed the tree trunks, and a moment later, there, in the distance, a dirty man in leather armor fell out from behind a tree.
"They are here!" a man's cry rang out in one of the human dialects, but I already sensed the presence of the enemy, the direction and distance to him.
The arrows left my quiver one after another, setting off into flight, and with the help of magic they changed their direction, unerringly finding the end of their path in the enemy's heart. A moment, and it was all over, and only the disturbed birds screamed somewhere above, in the treetops.
A few dozen light, weightless jumps, and here I was leaning over the body of one of the people, stretching my palms above the body and creating a magical diagnostic seal, the color of which was green due to the energy of life. Blinking, it seemed as if I had fallen into darkness.
I opened my eyes again, standing next to a crib made of twigs, where a chubby-cheeked toddler with pointed ears was sweetly snoring in white sheets, and a green diagnostic seal was slowly flying off my outstretched hands above him. His parents did not distract me, and I quickly finished this task. Turning my head to the right, I met the worried and hopeful gazes of a young-looking couple of elves in loose light clothes, the style of which was dominated by plant motifs.
"Your baby is completely healthy," I said with a slight smile. "This is a great joy."
The elf sighed with relief, not hiding her smile, and her husband only nodded importantly, as if it couldn't be otherwise. The elf looked at me again, and noticed in my terse expression not only polite joy, but also concern.
"But it's not all that happy, is it?" she asked, not hiding her renewed anxiety.
"You're right," I nodded reservedly.
"Speak, healer, don't keep me waiting," the elf showed restraint.
— The baby has a strong predisposition to connect with the dimension of death energy.