After everyone gathered for the dinner, Shayna enthusiastically narrated our family of three with the tales of the adventure she went on with her brother, so basically our mother was the listener while I chipped in with my comments. Mother sat there at the table, eating and smiling the whole time but maybe it was my perception or just my increased soul capacity, she seemed genuinely happy to me.
Seeing both my closest family members happily chatting and including me in their daily lives made me forget a bit about the trauma I suffered while undergoing the ritual last night. It also made me reaffirm my belief of including my family more in my life and taking care of them.
After eating, I retired to my room and started concentrating to retrieve the memories left by the foreign soul. The foreign soul was surprisingly very easy to read with his memories overflowing all over without any sort of protection requiring me to break through. He was a senior politician so I expected some form of resistance from his memories to legilimency but surprisingly it was very easy to read his memories probably because his soul has already dispersed or probably just because he was a muggle.
The moment I started reading his memories, it was like chunks of energy was dissolving and nurturing my soul. It was less like reading a memory and more like living a memory like in a pensieve but rather than an out sider it was more correct to say that I was in the body of man who was in the memories. The way it turned out, I expected that by the time I sorted out and read every memory, I will gain both the life experiences and skill set of the damn politician.
Anyways, he surprisingly belonged to the same planet but from a different timeline of 2020s which was nearly four decades ahead of the current time. Most of his memories were filled with politics, nasty ideas involving or implicating his political rivals or fail-safe preventing him from his own life. Surprisingly the man has a great social life but was a true loner, in the sense that he never believed in anyone. He believed in doing most of the things himself so his life experiences were vivid. If I were to ever become a warlock and form a faction, his ideas would be very helpful but also a bit restraining as the man was unrestrained and remorseless when dealing with his rivals and murder and mayhem were frequently implemented as part of his solutions to political problems. But apart from the family if I were to ever employ these skills in the wizarding world I have no doubt that these ideas will be very helpful in creating my own centre of power.
There was plenty of another knowledge ideas and goals to be achieved in his memory collection but my attention was drawn to the most riveting piece of memory which the mind of the deceased was thinking just before his soul was dispersed. It was a memory of the the British wizarding world or more specifically the memory of Harry Potter.
In his world, Harry Potter existed as a form of children's novel but surprisingly the event of the books were the truth in our part of the world. How the man regressed decades back I couldn't understand but knowing particular events far ahead in the future filled me with an unprecedented joy.
Even though our family prefers to remain uninvolved in the matters of wizarding community on a day-to-day basis but that's reserved for the warlords and archmages. Most of our younger generation and particularly high wizards are very active in the wizarding world and see their time spent outside as a period of individual learning and also the results achieved outside are evaluated by the seniors and elders back in the family based on their performance to decide the roles and resources that family will spend on them.