"Who the fuck is this clown?"
Before the Gryffindor graduate took out his wand, I used my wandless magic to tie him up and brought him out of the house for some consolation. Considering the sheer amount of magical folk in the house, there is no way the trace can detect my magic.
Yep, the trace was applied as I got on the Hogwarts train. Instead of some mystical ward or something along those lines, I got a visit from the Ministry employee who took a signature in a magical document that works as a contract. Unfortunately, it means my magic, whether wand or wandless or accidental, can be detected by them. Thankfully, it also picks up magic from everyone around me. Hence, in a crowd of magic folk, the trace is useless.
Apparently, the kids who went home had one signed when they came home for Christmas.
Like I said, the trace has no meaning for wizarding folk's children. So, I happily flexed my magic as much as I can in front of my family. Especially my father.
I can see that Dad is thrilled seeing me manhandle a 18 years with a wave of my hand.
I finally tucked him in the bench on our lawn and explained to me, "No offense, Brain, but you really dressed yourself as a clown. This kind of fashion went out of date 3 centuries ago. The only time people wear this nowadays is in some festivals or functions."
Brian Lockey, a pureblood Gryffindor who has graduated with Newts from Potions and Astrology, is a typical case of the divide between muggle and wizarding world.
He is dressed in the dressing robes used by Englishmen about a few centuries ago.
Seeing him become silent and calm, I undid the silencio on him.
"Damn you, Prasad. What the hell is wrong with you?"
I rolled my eyes and brought the platter of dishes I ordered from 5 star restaurants. "Have some warm food and think back to my letter. I mentioned it specifically that I am looking for tutor is transfiguration or charms. In fact, I sent the letter to you as a formality. Thinking that not sending a letter would hurt our relationship as friends."
Brian snorted as he dug into the cake. "Yes, but your father is quite insulting."
I rolled my eyes and said, "No offense, Brian. But you are begging to be teased based on your outfit. Come on, look at the people here. Half of them are laughing at you. Especially when seeing the pink pants. How the fuck did you even think that this is normal in a muggle world?"
He saw that the rest of graduates who has been rejected by dad for various reasons.
Considering the laughter they have while looking at Brian, he acknowledged my words by drinking the juice with a sour face. Seeing his friends came towards him, I got up and went back to dad.
I wonder who pranked Brian.
At least, I finally understood the embarrassing attires worn by wizards during the start of Hogwarts Express. It has more or less become a favourite tradition of muggleborns to prank the purebloods who didn't know the fashions of the muggle world.
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The moment I entered the room, I saw dad was talking with the Hufflepuff rather seriously and nodding to some points.
Unfortunately, I only got the last words.
"Thank you, Mr Scriven. I must say, it was a delight to meet you and a pity that I couldn't hire you."
"Same to you, sir."
I felt my eyebrows rise in surprise. It seems they have made a good impression on each other.
I was about to escort him out, but Scriven just shook his head and said, "No need to escort me out, Prasad. I am going to the go prepare for the Greengrass interviews for his daughters. So, I don't plan on staying for the snacks like others."
I gave a small nod as the mysterious Hufflepuff disappeared as soon as he stepped foot outside the house.
Why can't the best guys accept the offers from us? I mean, Scriven is the best duellist in his year, but He aims for the employment from Lord Greengrass.
It is simple.
They prefer connections from the established wizarding houses rather than money alone.
SIGH
It is only after I entered the wizarding world did I realize how deeply the laws favour those of the wizarding inhabitants. As for muggles protection, it was completely another disaster that will take me days to list my problems regarding it.
CRACK CRACK
I am definitely sure that was my dad's favourite picture taken on the day of his graduation.
I wanted to see one who made this disaster.
The moment I turned my head to the culprit, I was fucking puzzled. Because I didn't invite her. In front of me stood a young witch with a pale, heart-shaped face and dark, twinkling eyes.
Hair length changed from waist level to the shoulder level and became more spiky. The most notable feature is her hair colour going between pink and blue.
There is a reason that I didn't invite her. It was simply because I didn't know her.
So, I introduced her to my dad who was surprised by the 18-year-old who keeps changing by the minute, "Dad, I would like you to meet Nymphodora Tonks, the only metamorphmagus currently alive."
It is a generational talent that is so rare that she really might be the only one alive officially. In a way, her talent is on the same level as Parselmouth.
I shook Tonks's hand and said, "I must say that I didn't expect for someone other than my acquaintances to come forward for the job."
She shrugged. "I was free till the start of Auror's trials, so I thought of earning some money in the meantime. So, when a good-paying job that doesn't have to do with the rigid idiots arrived on my footstep, I took it."
Dad scoffed as he leaned back in his seat. "I am the one who decides if you are going to be selected."
Nymphodora answered him by opening her mouth and blew a raspberry. Unfortunately, the raspberry was something straight out of a toon show like tom and jerry. It extended a meter high and meter wide, making a rather loud sound.
Eshwar, who was silent till now, gulped and asked me, "Are going to do these someday?"
I thought for a while and said, "Perhaps. Though, it would take me years for the magic reserves to grow and for my skill to rise to that level."
Tonks shook her head and said, "Man, you are really one arrogant kid. I can count on one hand the number of students who can do human transfiguration."
My eyebrows rose in response to that and said, "I am not being arrogant. For others, it might seem like a hard task, but not for me."
I waved my wand at the bookshelf, which turned into a tiger.
"Wow, living Transfiguration."
Tonks whistled. Unfortunately, she did it by making her nose into a trumpet of sorts. Making me feel like I am in a toon world.
My father and brother are confused and wondering to whether to watch the tiger that is stretching of the fact that Tonks is talking while her nose is making a whistling sound.
As expected of the best prankster of Hogwarts. Though, I believe that the title will soon go to the Weasely twins from this year considering that she graduated from Hogwarts.
So, as anyone with a brain can expect, she passed my dad's interview with flying colours.
After all, she had newts in Transfiguration, charms, potions, history and even defence against dark arts.
This completed the requirements to apply for Auror recruitment.
While Owls themselves were compulsory for all students. Newts were strictly for those who had talent/ passion/ work for the subject in that field. Essentially, making the Newts students true elite students of Hogwarts.
I felt a laugh come to my face when I saw that Tonks's eyes literally bulged into the shape of gold galleons when dad gave her the salary for teaching me.
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ROARRRRR
We are in an inn in Diagon alley called Battler. As the name suggests, each room in this inn is catered for dueling. Of course, it is expensive to use every day but I have a rich dad, making the cost a non-existent point for me.
I had my lion tear through the large number of wolves that Nymphodora transfigured. However, it was with a lot of sadness and helplessness that I saw my lion being torn apart and being returned to its original essence, a pile of stones.
AWOO AWOO AWOOO
The howling wolves turned back into various stones, chairs, even some dummies.
I can't help but mutter, "Did you get dropped on your head when you were a kid?"
As anyone expects, my muttering angered Nymphodora to the point her hair turned bright red.
"Hey, little brat, do you want to know how it feels to be chased by a dog? I will make you experience it, especially when I turn you into a cat. Anyway, I am sure you will thank me for it, considering your fixations for them."
I scoffed and said, "Just the same way it feels to drink the draught of nightmares. I am sure you will be thankful considering how pathetic you are in potions."
Sure, she got a potions Newt, but it was just an acceptable level. So, I am sure that I am better here than her for brewing potions.
When she tried to teach me to brew a draught of nightmares, an owl level potion, I did it better than her.
My natural [AI] talent in potions had her glow green with jealousy. I mean it literally.
However, her natural talent in Transfiguration, the one field I consider myself average in. The only reason I am ahead than rest of my yawmeters is because of the hard work I put into it.
Of course, in potions, I believe I can sit on owls right now. A fact that made Nymphodora make a parade of carnivores that came for me.
"Aviors."
I must say that I like this birds conjuration spell a lot. So much so that it has become a staple of my combat spell chains.
Unfortunately, I can't continue with the illusions or bombard since my current training trains my transfiguration.
KAW KAW
It was while I jumped over a fox; I felt that I unconsciously emulated Itachi.
Illusions, crows, my black hair.
I only need a sword and red eyes to complete the look.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMM
Looking at the ridiculous amount of flames that came from Nymphadora's wand, I immediately said, "I won. So, pay up Tonks."
I must say that the brown shade of Nymphadora's hair explained her unwillingness, but she was man enough to fulfil her bet.
She sighed as she sent the room back to its original state with a wave of her hand.
Skill like this are my aim.
Unlike watching Dumbledore, seeing Nymphadora's magic is more motivating. Because I can see how much I must work hard to achieve her level. But, with Dumbledore, I always drew a question mark on how to reach his level.
Even Illusion magic I made with a lot of pride and effort has failed.
SMACK
The blow to the back of my head brought me out of my thoughts. However, it had a side effect of making me want to cast a bomber spell.
Thankfully, my sane mind won over my brief burst of emotions.
I turned towards Nymphadora, who was looking at me with irritation. Looking at her blonde hair, I really sighed in my mind that this girl is far too easy to read.
"Seriously brat, if this is how easily you are distracted, then I am not even sure if you will come out of the summer ball alive."
I snorted, "Don't worry, the only reason I am attending the ball is because it is an open ball with wizards from neutral faction in attendance. Of course, the sole anomaly of light faction, Albus Dumbledore, will also be in attendance. So, I am sure they won't cross the limits."
Unlike the Slytherin kids, who, despite their upbringing and worldview, have the naïve nature of a student. But the ball hosted by Malfoy will have veteran death eaters who would love to roast me alive.
She just shook her head, but I saw her turning back to her normal self when I mentioned dumbledore's name.
Man, the old man sure has a lot of influence. If only he didn't scare me.
However, looking at my profile, I had some manner of confidence in myself.
AI Profile: Arjun Prasad
Age: 12 years
Wizard: Muggle born
Wand: Black Walnut, 12.5", Phoenix Feather, Rigid
Physique: comparable to an Under 18-year-old Karate champion
Magic Skills:
Charms- Defence Against the Dark Arts- Transfiguration-3nd year spells
Potions: 5th year
Herbology: 3rd year
Astronomy: 3rd year
History of Magic: 6th year
Skills: Advanced medical knowledge, programming skills, social studies, psychology
Magical skills [Under focus of training] : Bombarda Maxima [59/100], Sectumsempra [13/100], Accio [96/100], Portego [32/100], Illusio [262/1000], Occlumency [42/1000]
Magical Reserves: 120 L