She reached out and touched his shoulder. "Breath, Harry. I am sure they have talked to each other at least in the government level."
Harry took steadying breaths. In his mind, he could feel Wrath patting his shoulder. If it came down to it, he would still have options. Focus. Calm. "Anyway, my point is simple. Magical people live longer, so they feel less rushed to do things, to learn." Susan nodded, hesitant. "So... how advanced HAVE mug... non-magicals gotten?"
Harry sighed, running his hands through his hair. "Well... They can make more food than us, although they use some chemicals that had odd side effects for a while. They move people around the world all the time now, and all you have to do is sit down until you arrive. If we are talking weapon wise, we would lose."
Seeing raised eyebrows, he shrugged. "I can show you stuff later. I however, want to focus on my dream in the future. Part of that can be accomplished by paying attention to what has changed in their world. The non-magicals have accomplished things that we never even tried, and many wizards wouldn't even consider WORTH trying."
Harry's grin grew. "Now, at this point we have a couple of amazing Game-breaking possible spells. The Stasis spell which we think stops time (Or slows it down a lot), and the Pack spell, which may be the ultimate cleaning, sorting, and moving spell. That was after only a couple of days... we need to find more."
Susan was grinning. She had been glad to join the group just to be with Hannah and get a few new friends... but now she could see this becoming life changing. Just a little poking around had turned spells most people considered boring into something amazing, and this was before Hermione perfected book memorization. The search spells alone had cut down their homework time to almost nothing compared to their classmates.
Susan looked over at the fun column of the list in the middle of the table. "I may have one for the Fun list. We used it when we were kids, we called it the snowball spell." She made the motions. "It gathers snow and makes a ball at the front. When you let go, the ball hurls where you point." Harry's eyes grew wider. "Uh... could you show me? One second." He pointed his wand in the air and began casting water in the air. Moving the water to his hand, he quickly swished his wand and cast a beam version of a cooling charm from the book about food preservation.
The corner of the room was now very white.
Susan grinned. "Now THAT is a usefully fun spell! Can you combine them together?"
Harry paused. "... Maybe. Let me work on it tonight. Now, show me the snowball thing."
Well, it worked. And was cold. And now going down his shirt. At least he liked hearing the girls giggle. Somehow Terry laughing his bum off wasn't quite as heart warming.
One snowball and a girlish squeal from Terry later and Harry was happy. Turns out that the 'Snowball Incident' as it would become known had a tendency to escalate.
Thankfully Hermione had used the Pack spell (HOW did she learn them this quickly? Harry had only HEARD of the spell that hour) to move all the books against the wall to protect them.
Even more wonderful, she knew a spell to dry off clothing, which Harry used and overpowered to dry out the room before Madam Pince decided to visit the snowtastraphie.
Harry felt it was a win. He had even found that the spell could be slightly modified, so that his left hand continuously gathered snow while the right hand fired pretty quickly.
Everyone pretty much ganged up on him after that though. If Madam Pince thought anything was off about six kids coming out of a room shivering and laughing, she was nice enough to simply give a reminder to keep the noise down.
Harry on the other hand had a new personal project. He wanted to combine the water creation, dispersion into snow, and collection into a ball spell into a single charm. Jim would probably have a white evening tonight.
The whole group had the next class, History of Magic together, so they wandered in the right direction. At this point they all knew to just follow Harry and hope for the best, so while they DID have to walk around a single pillar five times, they still ended up in the right classroom first.
Oh sweet Merlin, WHY did Harry come to this class EARLY! The teacher was a GHOST, and worse he was just quoting the stupid book! His look of horror to Hermione was returned, she ALSO recognized his word for word rendition of 'Why should I bother changing the pitch of my voice' as our text.
The first twenty minutes or so was just full of confusion. As time went on Harry could FEEL people beginning to beg for floods, fire from the skies, even homework from another class, ANYTHING to distract them from this slow moving floating jerk who was killing them so slowly.
Finally in a fit of desperation Harry opened connections to his friends and dived inward for safety.
Padma dived through her door, nearly knocking over Harry and Wisdom. "Oh dear LORD what is wrong with that man?"
Susan had much more dignity as she walked into Harry's mind. "That is the worst teacher... can we call him a teacher?"
Hannah took a seat and waved at Jim, who was working with Delta squad on fencing practice. "Well, he was at one point. The weird thing is I thought some of what he said sounded familiar."
Harry flipped a copy of the class text. "Go to page 12, that is where he is so far. Word for word at the moment."
Hermione seemed VERY annoyed. "I... He... THAT..." She took a few breaths. "Ok, calm. Peace. I can do this. One of my core grades is reliant on a teacher who has no opinion but quoting our book." Her eyebrow started twitching.
Harry quickly stepped in. "Hermione, I am planning on contacting the Ministry and gathering a list of all books suggested for those who are home-schooled to pass this class. Would you like to borrow my copies when I finish memorizing them? We should be able to get perfect O's since this whole thing is all memorization and recall." Her stress washed away like a block of ice on a grill. "Thanks Harry. I had to give up being a Dentist like my parents to learn magic, and I don't like being short-changed with sub-par learning."
He tilted his head. "Well, wizards and witches live twice as long as non-magicals. No reason you can't become a dentist after getting your newts done, right?" Harry shrugged, his left hand reaching out and accepting Tea from the tall thin man behind him. "I bet we could test out of a lot of classes too after a bit of studying."
Harry sipped his tea before noticing Terry's look of... fear? Oh. Right, had he introduced them to Wrath?
Susan could barely breath. How long had that... person? Where did he... Behind harry was a tall man in a suit. His face was similar to a skull, his neck was so thin she could see bones outlined. Each hand... oh his hands. But the worst was his eyes. Black, empty, dark, deep... with an ember of green, watching her. Just floating in the center, focused on each of them. Measuring them.
She looked back at Harry... who was perfectly fine with this. He was even drinking the tea that creature had given him.
Wrath stood tall again. "Good day to everyone, it is nice to see each of you in such fine health since we last talked."
Something in Susan relaxed. She could feel how dangerous, how twisted this person could be... but he was not. He was choosing not to be what he could become. She gave a hesitant smile. "G... Good Day, Mr. Wrath. We have not heard from you since you woke Harry that..."
Her breath caught. The eyes were on her... and they had fear? Of her? Oh. No, not her.
Harry was looking up at Wrath with a devious grin on his face. "Thank you Susan, I forgot about that. That wasn't because someone misfiled something in the library, was it?"
Oh yes, there was more than a little fear in his eyes now. Wisdom seemed to be giggling about it though.
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