For as long as Ilvermorny had stood, the school had taken students outside Massachusetts for an annual educational and cultural experience.
Younger students were limited to single-day excursions—visiting historical magical landmarks, magical wildlife sanctuaries, or even old war sites tied to American wizarding history.
But for sixth and seventh years, the trips were longer and grander.
They weren't just about education anymore. They were about immersion—letting students experience the vastness of the world beyond their school walls.
This year's trip? New Orleans.
A city infused with centuries of magic, home to some of the oldest magical practices in the Western world.
Severus stepped off the enchanted carriage, adjusting the collar of his robes, but he barely noticed the movement. Because the moment his feet hit the cobbled street, he felt it. A shift in magic. Not just different. Wilder. Freer. Older.
Unlike Britain, where magic was rigidly structured, where the Ministry and centuries of bureaucracy had chained it down—here, magic breathed. It existed in the air, humming beneath his skin, woven into the very foundation of the city.
Streetlamps flickered with faint blue fire, enchanted to light only for magical folk. Buildings pulsed with invisible wards, layered by generations of spellcasters. The air was thick with sandalwood, sage, and something else—something ancient.
Jonas took a deep breath and grinned. "Smell that? That's the scent of real magic."
Alessandro stretched, looking around with undisguised appreciation. "I could live here."
Aurora snorted. "You say that about everywhere we go."
"And I mean it every time, tesoro," Alessandro said smoothly, winking at a passing witch who laughed as she disappeared into a side street.
Kiera smirked, glancing at Severus. "Welcome to New Orleans, Shafiq. Try not to look like you're calculating its efficiency."
Severus rolled his eyes, but for once, he didn't argue. Because he wasn't. He was absorbing everything. This wasn't just another school trip. This was proof—proof that he had made the right decision leaving Hogwarts behind.
A small part of him wondered if he should write down his experiences, journal them, maybe even publish something later about the reality of studying abroad. He shelved the thought for now. Later. For now, he had magic to witness.
The French Quarter's magical district was nothing like Diagon Alley. Diagon Alley was old, certainly, but it had a predictable, structured nature—a carefully managed magical space dictated by rules.
But here? It's completely different. New Orleans thrived in controlled chaos.
The cobblestone streets shifted subtly beneath their feet, rearranging to confuse No-Majs, ensuring only wizards could navigate them with ease. Spellcasters didn't just use wands—they flicked their fingers, murmured incantations under their breath, or carried enchanted talismans that pulsed faintly with stored magic. Musicians played bewitched instruments, where each note carried a trace of spellwork, weaving illusions into the air.
A violinist played a haunting melody, and with each stroke of the bow, phantom birds took flight, circling above before fading like mist. Another performer crafted tiny glowing fish, which swam through the air between passersby, darting through robes and floating over children's heads.
Severus felt himself drawn to it all. This wasn't like the stories he'd read. Wandless magic wasn't rare here. It wasn't some elusive skill limited to a handful of powerful wizards. It was a way of life.
A woman in flowing green robes lazily gestured with two fingers, and the basket she had been carrying levitated effortlessly into the air, adjusting itself onto her hip.
A young boy, no older than ten, cupped his hands together, murmured something under his breath, and a small burst of golden sparks danced between his palms.
Even the shopkeepers didn't bother reaching for their wands, using nothing but their hands to summon objects, stir cauldrons, or activate their wards.
It wasn't just casual use. It was instinctual. Severus felt a sharp thrill of curiosity. How? How did they do it? Could he do it? It was well-documented that wandless magic required immense control and natural affinity, but from what Severus could see—it wasn't impossible.
It was teachable. His fingers twitched absently toward his own wand. He had spent years refining his control, his precision. What if he could take it one step further? Was this something he could master?
Severus watched as an elderly witch flicked her fingers, a cigar appearing between them, already lit. Across the street, a wizard wove his hands through the air, his own shadow detaching and moving independently.
He exhaled slowly. "This is what I mean when I say Britain is backwards," he said, his tone sharp with realization.
Evie glanced at him. "What do you mean?"
He turned, scanning the bustling street filled with wandless spellcasters, enchanted talismans pulsing with energy, and No-Maj-born wizards blending seamlessly into magical society.
"This," he gestured at the city around them. "Magic isn't restricted here. It's not bound by outdated traditions. In Britain, the idea of wandless casting is considered a near-mythical skill, something only a handful of wizards bother mastering." His eyes darkened. "Here, even a child can do it."
Aurora frowned. "They don't teach wandless magic at all in Hogwarts?"
Severus scoffed. "They don't even acknowledge its practicality. If someone tried learning it, they'd be told it was a waste of time."
Evie snorted. "That's… insane."
Severus clenched his fists. It was worse than insane. It was intentional. The British Ministry had carefully controlled what magic was considered 'acceptable'—what was encouraged and what was suppressed.
How much knowledge had been lost? How much had been buried under the guise of 'tradition'? And more importantly—what else had been kept from him?
He felt a slow smirk tug at his lips. If Britain wouldn't teach him what magic was truly capable of… Then he would learn it here.
While exploring, they stopped at Leclerc's Alchemical Emporium, one of the oldest potion supply stores in America.
Severus felt like he had walked into paradise. Shelves lined with preserved phoenix feathers, crystallized moonlight, and storm-bottled essence—each item labeled with detailed notes on its properties. Cauldrons that stirred themselves, adjusting heat automatically based on the potion's stage. A glowing display case labeled "Experimental Ingredients – Buyer Beware."
Severus stood frozen, his eyes scanning the rows of rare components.
"Shafiq's about to explode," Alessandro whispered.
Severus ignored him. He was already grilling the shop owner about the preservation process of magically infused silverleaf.
"Do you keep it in suspended animation, or is it stabilized through infusion?" Severus asked, voice sharp with interest.
The shopkeeper, an elderly Creole witch with sharp eyes, gave him an approving look. "Infusion, of course. Suspended animation disrupts the energy flow. Wouldn't be as potent."
Severus nodded, pleased.
Alessandro, meanwhile, was flirting shamelessly with the shop assistant.
Evie and Kiera? They were busy trying to shove random ingredients into Severus's basket. Severus caught Kiera slipping a shimmering vial into his basket and narrowed his eyes.
"Why would I need powdered siren scales?" he demanded.
"For… science?" Kiera grinned.
Severus sighed. "I swear, if I wake up with gills—"
Aurora smirked. "Relax. If we hex you, we'll at least document it properly."
Severus muttered something probably unkind in Latin.
Ben laughed. "Man, I hope you write a book one day. Your internal suffering is hilarious."
Severus exhaled sharply. He really needed new friends.
After leaving Leclerc's Alchemical Emporium, their bags filled with exotic ingredients, Severus and his friends found themselves drawn toward a different kind of commotion.
The air vibrated with energy. Not magic—excitement.
Cheers erupted from a massive arena-like structure in the heart of the Quarter, a grand building with glowing sigils carved into its archways. Above the entrance, an enchanted sign flickered with bold, golden letters:
THE CIRQUE DU COMBAT
New Orleans' Premier Magical Dueling Club
The noise was impossible to ignore—shouts, roars, and the occasional explosion of spellfire illuminating the sky.
Evie perked up instantly. "Now that sounds like my kind of place."
Kiera grinned. "Are we going in?"
Severus was already moving toward the entrance. The interior was nothing short of breathtaking.
The arena floor was massive, a dueling stage reinforced with layered wards, shimmering as spells struck and ricocheted. Spectator seats rose high into the air, packed with witches and wizards of all ages, cheering as the duelists clashed. Floating banners listed the current duelists, their ranks, and their win streaks. Loud magical commentators boomed over the arena, announcing the duelists' names and hyping the crowd.
A live professional dueling match. And it was unlike anything Severus had ever seen. Two duelists—a muscular man in combat robes and a lithe, silver-haired woman—were locked in a deadly, rapid-fire exchange.
The woman barely moved her feet—instead, she redirected spells with small, sharp wand movements, twisting magic around her like an extension of herself. The man fought with pure offense, launching brutal, earth-shaking hexes that cracked the arena floor.
Instead of just deflecting spells, they used the very force of their opponent's magic to propel themselves, moving at blinding speeds. Shields weren't just static barriers—they were weapons, molded and manipulated mid-battle to absorb and redirect attacks.
Jonas let out a low whistle. "That's… insane."
Ben leaned forward, eyes sharp. "That's real dueling. Not the stiff, scripted version they teach at school."
Severus said nothing, but his mind raced. This wasn't like the duels at Hogwarts, where students stood ten paces apart and cast in measured intervals. This was art. This was strategy, movement, momentum.
He was good at dueling—but this? This was something entirely different. Something worth learning.
The duel ended in a flash of light, the female duelist landing a precise finishing strike that sent her opponent's wand flying across the stage. The crowd roared. Severus exhaled, realizing he'd been holding his breath.
"That," Alessandro said, shaking his head, "was a masterclass."
Evie grinned. "I want in."
As they turned to leave, Ben paused. Something caught his eye—a pamphlet on a nearby enchanted board. He grabbed it, scanned the contents, and turned to the group, eyes gleaming.
"Guys," he said. "This might be worth it."
Severus peaked into the pamphlet. It was an advertisement for a three-day dueling workshop run by some of the best American duelists.
"Personalized training sessions with professionals. Advanced magical combat techniques, including movement-based spellwork. A practical application of American dueling principles. Limited slots—exclusive only to registered applicants." Ben read out loud.
Severus raised an eyebrow. "It's… expensive."
"Very expensive," Ben admitted.
Aurora frowned. "We probably shouldn't spend that much just for a short workshop."
Severus, Alessandro, and Evie exchanged glances.
"We'll cover it," Alessandro said easily, shrugging.
Evie waved a dismissive hand. "Yeah, don't worry about it. Consider it an investment."
Jonas raised an eyebrow. "You three just have money lying around?"
Alessandro smirked. "Some of us have financial priorities."
Severus rolled his eyes. "Some of us know how to manage money."
Ben grinned. "Well, if you're offering, I'm not saying no."
Severus exhaled slowly, staring back at the grand arena. A real dueling club. A chance to learn advanced techniques. The opportunity to refine his skill beyond anything Hogwarts could have offered.
The British dueling system had taught him rules. But here, he could learn real battle tactics. This trip just got a lot more interesting.
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