On behalf of GG...
What is time? Is this a train taking us away? Or is it a mountain stream gaining momentum every second? Is this a constant? Or something else? Something that defies description? Or maybe it is a straight line that has no end? What is the end? What is this? No one can give an exact definition, including me. But I can try.
Time passes, gradually gaining momentum and there is no stop in the near future, there is only a beginning and an expected end. Its progress cannot be slowed down or stopped. It seems like only yesterday that I found a way to train my magical abilities, and now I am watching how my magical channel system is finishing forming.
Three years after my birth, this moment has come. Such a painful wait is coming to an end.
At first I couldn't help but think that everything was going too fast, outpacing the speed of development of my body, but no. The body developed almost to match the development of my seventh principle. Now I look like a five-year-old. The body is strong and breathes life.
Why is this so? I remember that even after my first ejection, I noticed that my second shell began to work "better" or something, and the prana became more concentrated. So, my thoughts were confirmed; with each channel that appeared, the quality of prana grew, and its quantity increased.
Why is this happening? Due to the exchange of energy between the seventh and second principles. When the mana channels sprouted into my first origin, that is, my body, they were also duplicated into my second origin. And it was through these duplicated channels that mana and prana were "converted" into each other.
I don't know if all magicians are like this. Although everything is possible. In the book, child magicians were shown older than their age, albeit not by much, but still. What if it was like this from the very beginning? Did magicians develop faster than ordinary people due to more developed prana? And after generations, they accumulated curses due to enemies and incest? This also explains their longevity... It will be necessary to find confirmation or refutation of this theory.
Let's return to my channels. Right now my mana channels are finishing their growth to my skin. This was the last stage of their growth.
And after a couple of minutes I felt it. My channels have sprouted. As soon as this happened, I was overcome with euphoria. I felt complete. It's just that at one moment the realization came that this was how it should be, what I came to was the right decision. I began to feel mana around me and inside me. Now I don't have to meditate just so I can feel mana. Now I can "hear, see and feel it" without meditation. I know at what speed it circulates and where exactly. I just don't know why. But that will come with time, won't it?
Because of the surging feelings, I laughed. Clear and loud, for the first time in this life. And mana answered me, along with the world.
POV View from the side...
The morning of November 11 was atypical. The British have long been accustomed to rainy, cold and dark autumn. This morning, November 11, 1982, was different.
The foliage, lying in a continuous carpet on the ground, seemed to be burning with all shades of flame. The moisture is still visible on it after a rainy night. The rays of the sun, reflecting from drops of water, emphasized the color and brightness of the foliage.
The trees, which only a week ago seemed like dead idols, seemed to have woken up from hibernation. They, staggering in the wind, made sounds that seemed to be the speech of these giants. Somewhere in the foliage small animals and rodents lived their lives.
People were a match for nature. They were sociable, smiling and cheerful. All this together created a wonderful picture.
How can you not believe in magic while watching this?
For the residents of the Wilson house, this day was special in its own way. It was on this day three years ago that the third representative of the family, Calder Thomas Wilson, was born.
For his parents, Calder was special. Although for every parent his child is special, isn't it?
But not in this case. The point is that Calder was not just unusual, he was a genius. Already at the age of three, the boy could speak on par with adults. He could deliver a speech correctly, but that was not the only thing that was unusual. Already at the age of two he was taught the school curriculum. And a year later he knew the material from elementary school. But why doesn't anyone know his genius except a couple of people?
And it's about one secret. When the boy was 8 months old, his parents learned that he was a magician. Yes, yes, you heard correctly. The boy was a magician.
They found out this a month after the accident in the park. Thomas, the boy's father, had good reason to suspect that his patient, Regulus Black, had something to do with this. After a month of conversations between Thomas and Regulus, Tom learned that the dogs were to blame for Black's injuries.
Having considered everything Black had said, Tom the next day told him about the story of what happened to his wife and son. Black, after listening to the story, asked to come and see his son and, if his theory was confirmed, he promised to tell him something.
At first, Thomas did not want to bring him home, but after consulting with Sarah, he decided to bring him home anyway. And what a surprise it was when Regulus took out some kind of pointer and began to draw swirls and pirouettes over his son.
So, moving the pointer for three minutes, he nodded to something and quickly left the room, calling his interested parents with him. And already in the living room over a cup of tea, Black began his story.
Sarah only empathized with Regulus. What does one have to experience for the brain to come up with this in a defensive reaction? Apparently, when the dogs attacked him, he hit his head hard.
Seeing their reaction, Black took a long breath and shook his head. What else could you expect from ordinary Muggles? Taking out his wand, he asked them not to be scared and waved it.
What happened next was imprinted in the minds of Sarah and Tom for the rest of their lives.
A lion appeared right out of thin air opposite them. The huge lion, seeing them, jumped back a couple of meters. They sat in a daze in front of the beast and did not have time to do anything.
Two steps away from them, he turned into a flock of birds. They scattered all over the room, some sat on the windowsill, some on the sofa, some on their laps. Literally a couple of seconds later, before the brain had time to process the new information, all the birds burst into blue flame.
All that remains of them is ashes. Ashes that after a couple of seconds flew in streams to Black's hand, and he, shaking his hand, showed a small crystal statue of a raven. The crow who looked at them with diamond eyes.
Sarah and Tom sat in prostration for a long time, and Black began his story again.