Occult Powers part 2

Both Grandma Queenie and Grandpa Jacob were staring at me, unable to comprehend what I had just said.

I realized it would be difficult to make them believe me. After all, who can actually see ghosts? To be honest, even I had a hard time accepting it at first. But after acquiring occult knowledge, I had unraveled the biggest mystery of my previous life. I used to wonder why ghosts could be seen with the naked eye only at Hogwarts. Now, with the occult talent I had gained, I finally understood.

Souls after death exist as energies.

Hogwarts, being the cradle of the most powerful magical focal point in the Scottish Highlands, amplified magical energy to such an extent that it allowed ghosts to manifest visually. Since magical energy is a pure, natural form, it makes these spirits appear translucent, allowing us to see them.

My newfound Druidic and occult talents had made me a miniature hub of magical energy. As a result, I could now perceive ghosts—though not in a fully defined form. I could only see a smoky, hazy vision of them, but it was enough to sense their presence.

Determined, I stood up and ran to get a mirror.

After placing the mirror on the wall, I asked Grandpa to bring some meat and sweets. Hearing no response, I turned around to find them still sitting, looking dazed. Grandma Queenie's voice trembled as she spoke.

"Wait… Cain… Did you really see my parents? But why are you running around and—why did you bring a mirror?" Her eyes reflected both fear and curiosity.

I knelt down and carefully placed a salt jar on the floor.

"Grandma," I began, "your parents are still here… stuck with you. This ritual I'm going to perform will allow you to speak with them. See this circle I've made with salt? It will keep unwanted souls away and only allow your parents' spirits to appear within the mirror. The meat and sweets act as a magnet, drawing them closer. Even ghosts have desires, Grandma. I know you have doubts, but wouldn't it be better to see it with your own eyes?"

Grandma Queenie didn't respond immediately.

She just stared at me, her fingers softly caressing my face as if trying to reassure herself that I was real. After a long pause, she let out a sigh and asked, her voice trembling,

"Can I… Can I ask my sister to accompany me? Can we wait for a while?"

I closed my eyes, recalling the knowledge I had acquired. According to the occult, rituals like these work best under the light of the full moon. Thankfully, tonight was a full moon—and, using my Seer talent, I realized that tomorrow would be one too. I shared this information with them, which seemed to calm Grandma Queenie's nerves.

Without another word, she ran into a room. I was surprised by her sudden movement, but Grandpa Jacob, noticing my confusion, spoke softly.

"She's going to call her elder sister," he explained. "Queenie can't be the only one to meet their parents' souls. Both of them lost their parents when they were young, and I'm sure she wants her sister to be part of this moment."

I nodded in understanding but voiced a concern.

"Will she be able to come by tomorrow? Won't it take time to book flights and handle travel arrangements?"

Grandpa Jacob chuckled, a mysterious smile playing on his lips.

"Little Jam, wizards have many ways of traveling. When I was young, your Grandpa Newt and I used various magical methods to travel from one place to another in seconds. Let me tell you…"

As he began recounting tales of his adventures, I couldn't help but be fascinated by the variety of magical travel methods. Our conversation was interrupted when Grandma Queenie reappeared from her room.

She wore a radiant, innocent smile—the kind that only true happiness can bring.

Grandpa Jacob was mesmerized, as he often was when she smiled like that. They exchanged a soft, loving gaze until I tapped gently on the table, bringing them back to the present. Grandma Queenie spoke softly, her voice filled with a mixture of excitement and nervousness.

"Little Jam," she said, "I spoke to Tina. I haven't told her everything yet, but she'll be here tomorrow before noon."

She hesitated for a moment before asking, "Are you sure about this ritual? Will you be alright?"

I waved my hand dismissively. "Of course, Grandma. I'm not doing any dangerous spirit possession ritual. I'll just use a bit of my magic to manifest their souls inside the mirror. I can hold the connection for about half an hour, and that should be enough for you and Grandma Tina to meet them. But," I added with a serious tone, "remember that you'll need to help their souls ascend. You have to address whatever desires or unresolved matters have kept them tied to this world."

Satisfied, I urged them to get some rest. They still had lingering doubts and concerns, but after I promised to explain everything in detail tomorrow, they finally retired for the night.

Once in my room, I stood by the window, deep in thought.

I didn't regret showing my occult knowledge so early. The system had explained that new diary holders would eventually be able to see my records from day one. To build trust and make my story believable, I had to showcase some of my powers. Though my Seer abilities and natural charm had already raised questions, a demonstration of real magic would solidify their faith in me.

Pushing aside my cluttered thoughts, I focused on the next step.

I needed to craft the perfect narrative to increase the trust level of the three diary holders. Lying down on the bed, I picked up my diary and began to write.

I had to make sure not to write too much false information because it would eventually come true. On the other hand, I couldn't make the enemies too powerful either. Most importantly, I had to gain a certain level of trust from the diary holders to acquire abilities in return. With all these thoughts in mind, I finally began.

Dear Diary,

I'm back. Although I'm grateful to be given another chance at life, I can't help but think about the war, the sacrifices, and the painful memories of losing my closest friends and family. To be honest, as soon as I killed the Rogue Lord, he grabbed my hand and, in a final act of defiance, unleashed a surge of magic that killed us both. I know he died, but I can't ignore the fact that the pendant around my neck somehow brought me back. I don't know what happened after that or what became of the Rogue Lord, but none of that prevents me from sharing my thoughts with you.

I miss my friends and family dearly, but in this life, they… they don't know me. I had even thought of going and meeting them early on but I can't do that, knowing that I'm a complete stranger to them in this new world. Writing to you feels like my only way of keeping a connection to my past. But many things are different now.

In my previous life, I was an orphan. I didn't know I was a wizard until I turned eleven and was invited to study at Hogwarts. Back then, I was afraid of my magical abilities. I seldom let them manifest because I was terrified of scaring those around me. After all, how could I explain the strange things happening around me? But in this life, I'm already familiar with my talents, and I use them freely.

Another significant difference is that I've been adopted by Grandma Queenie and Grandpa Jacob. Grandma is a witch, while Grandpa is a Muggle—a non-magical person. Thinking about my adoption reminds me of Harry, my closest friend and brother. Harry Potter—that was his name. He had a lightning-shaped scar on his forehead and only discovered the wizarding world at the age of eleven. But now at the age of eight, I'm sure he must be stuck inside the small closet near the staicase. This small closet actually served as his room. I can't help but smile when I think of his journey from being stuck inside a closet and being bullied by his cousin brother Dudley to being the bravest wizard. But I'll save his story for another day.

Young children who are wizards or witches often display their magical abilities through spontaneous magical outbursts. I remember Harry once grew his hair back overnight after his aunt Petunia gave him a dreadful haircut. Hermione, another dear friend and perhaps the smartest witch of our time, also had peculiar magical outbursts. She could arrange her study desk perfectly without touching anything. Sometimes, if someone annoyed her too much while she was eating, glasses and plates would shatter due to her frustration. In my previous life, we often laughed while sharing these stories. Those were the rare moments when we could enjoy being kids—carefree, even if just for a while.

But not all magical outbursts have happy endings. Children who are unable to control or release their magic freely often turn into Obscurials—dangerous, destructive entities that eventually consume their hosts. Ariana Dumbledore… very few people know her name, but I, having lived another life, can never forget her.

During the war, I often fought alongside Professor Albus Percival Wulfuric Brian Dumbledore, the greatest white wizard of our time. During brief moments of peace, he would share his regrets about Ariana, his beloved sister. In my previous life, the rogues used Ariana's soul to weaken Albus. She was his greatest weakness, and they exploited that cruelly. Albus died because he couldn't save her, and watching that unfold was my greatest regret.

But this time… this time, I won't let anyone die. They shouldn't have died.

Let's stop here for now. I'll tell you more tomorrow.

Yours truly,

Cain Kowalski

I closed the diary and leaned back.As exhaustion took over, I drifted off to sleep, hoping for a better day tomorrow.

At the same time, three diaries appeared in front of Hermione, Harry, and Ariana.