Man of Archives

The first day of exams arrived, and the students looked frightened. No one wanted to take the exam today and wished they had more time to prepare. But no one was going to give them such a reprieve. Understandable.

 

Breakfast was spent in furious repetition of the material. Some students were so nervous they didn’t eat anything and just kept studying. Others continued making cheat sheets, even though the teachers said they were forbidden and that anyone caught using one would be excluded from the exam, immediately earning a "Troll" grade. This is the worst grade on OWLs, which forbids the student from continuing to study the subject, if they somehow manage to continue their education at the school.

 

Seeing the local magic, it seems to me that cheating in the usual sense will be unreal. My Archive is not cheating, as it is my magic. There were a lot more people at the large teachers' table. There were several ministry representatives, a few representatives from magical guilds, and several examiners who were supposed to administer our exams. Dumbledore was absent, as he had been all the previous times.

 

"Sh-i-i-i-sh," Adam exhaled, trying to calm down.

 

"Feeling ready?" I asked him.

 

"I think so," he nodded and added with a bit of sarcasm. "I'm trembling with excitement."

 

After breakfast, we had exactly one hour to review the material. Then we had to return to the Great Hall, where the theoretical part of the exam would take place. The students began gathering in front of the closed door ahead of time. Some chatter started initially but quickly quieted down as students returned to reviewing the material. The calmest were the Slytherin students, who looked at everyone around with a touch of superiority and condescension.

 

Fifteen minutes before the exams began, the door slowly opened, inviting us inside. The Great Hall looked quite stern now. The house tables were gone, replaced by single desks arranged in several rows. There were enough desks for each student.

 

"Come in and take any seat," said the Charms professor. He wasn’t human, which interested me in a couple of different ways. But those questions had to be put aside for later, as I had only one important thing on my mind now. Besides him, there were several assistants, ministry examiners, and a representative from the Charms Guild, who were watching us with interest, sometimes whispering. The professor continued, "Don't worry. There will be a place for everyone."

 

I wasn't particularly worried about this, so I took the first available free seat. Isolda was behind me, and Adam was somewhere in the front rows. Well, now we just have to wait.

 

When the students were seated, the professor floated a bit above the ground. Since he was incredibly short due to being a hybrid, it was not easy to see him, especially for the people in the back rows.

 

"Good morning, dear fifth-year students," Professor Flitwick said. "You have arrived for the OWLs in Charms. Now, each of you will receive a question sheet. The text on it will appear when the exam starts. My assistants will help with this, while I will tell you a few rules."

 

His assistants used magic to distribute the exam sheets to the students. The professor cleared his throat and continued.

 

"This is your first exam, and I would like to announce a few rules that apply to all other exams as well," he said, and then waved his wand. A transparent yellowish text appeared behind him, contrasting perfectly with the background. "Rule number one: No questions. Any question will be considered an immediate disqualification."

 

A strict rule. The students were a bit surprised, but no one said anything. Everyone listened carefully, not wanting to miss anything. Well, at least they tried.

 

"Second rule: Until the end of the exam, you are forbidden to leave your desks, even for the bathroom. Even if you have answered all the questions, you must remain in your seat until the exam is over."

 

This rule was also understandable, but I saw slight discontent on the faces of the other students. Such strict rules had not been in place before. Not everyone was ready to accept this, but no one dared to object.

 

"The last and third rule," the professor said. "No cheating. If this is discovered, you will be disqualified."

 

Of course. I have nothing to worry about because my magic is not cheating.

 

"I hope you remember the rules," Professor Flitwick said. "I wish each of you the best of luck. Show all your knowledge. The exam is starting right now."

 

The professor clapped, and at the same time, the clock's hand showed the start of a new hour. The questions instantly appeared, but the first thing to do was fill in the line with a name. After that, we could start answering.

 

Taking a deep breath, I focused and prepared to answer. The first question was quite simple, and to answer it, I didn't even need to refer to the Archive. But everything changed further. There were many questions, both theoretical and practical. One question was to describe spells and how they interacted with each other. In some other questions, a diagram of the wand movement was required or a solution to a problem. Sometimes a detailed answer to a given question was needed to cover it fully.

 

Overall, the exam was difficult, but the Archive and the books from it, along with the search line, saved me. I finished answering the last question fifteen minutes before the end of the exam. Surprisingly, time flew by incredibly quickly. To avoid drawing too much attention to myself, I started checking my own answers, but there was nothing more to add. I had already given the most precise and detailed answers to the questions and the most optimal solutions to the tasks.

 

"Feathers down!" Flitwick suddenly said loudly. He clapped his hands, and the feathers disappeared. Then the sheets themselves flew off the desks, sometimes even snatching out of the students' hands and immediately ending up on Flitwick's table. "Congratulations on completing the theoretical part of the OWLs in Charms. Your practical part will take place in the Charms classroom. We will be waiting for you there."

 

After that, all the examiners and proctors just left. The students slowly began to gather in groups and discuss the questions.

 

"Well, how was it?" I asked Adam. He looked somewhat lost. "Did you answer all the questions?"

 

"No," he replied angrily, coming to his senses. "I didn't have time to answer everything. Why the Mordred, was this exam so difficult? Huh?"

 

"I don't know," I replied, hiding my own emotions.

 

"And how did you do?" the guy asked me. We were just walking down the corridor and saw a Hufflepuff girl running somewhere in tears.

 

"Oh, I don't know," I told him. "Not as good as I'd like."

 

I lied to him because I didn't want to create any tension between us. Any conflict would only complicate my life during the exams. And I don't need that. What I want now is to mentally prepare for the practical exam.

 

"How did you do, Isolda?" Adam asked the girl.

 

"I thought it would be more difficult," she said mockingly. "My father kept scaring me in his letters. But it turned out to be easy."

 

"Kh-h," the guy exhaled and closed his eyes to calm down. "Yeah… easy. For real…"

 

The girl just snorted and then went to her friend.

 

"Adam, don't worry about her," another Gryffindor student said. "She probably aced the theory. I'd be surprised if it was otherwise."

 

"True," Adam calmed down a bit.

 

An hour later, we were already sitting in the Great Hall, which had returned to its standard appearance. Tables, the illusory ceiling, and other attributes of the school were back. Nice.

 

The food was delicious, but I couldn't even take a bite. I mentally repeated the wand movements, silently reciting the spells. Other students didn't pay much attention to me since they were doing something similar themselves.

 

After lunch, we returned to the common room of our House and started preparing for the practical exam. To calm their nerves, students polished their wands and brought them into proper condition to avoid embarrassing the examiners. I did the same. A magical tool should always be in its best possible condition. You shouldn't skimp on money and time for this.

 

At the entrance to the classroom, all the fifth-years had already gathered. The conversations created a market-like atmosphere. Some sat on the floor, continuing to study notes, some just practiced wand movements, and some just lay with their eyes closed. Maybe praying to their gods… or something. I have no idea.

 

The door was closed, and one of the professor's assistants blocked the entrance. He was a tall guy who looked at us with a slight hint of mockery in his eyes. He had already gone through this, so he understood our emotions perfectly. And it seemed to amuse him a bit.

 

"Attention," the assistant said loudly after some time. He used some magic, so everyone heard him. The conversations instantly quieted down, and the students started approaching. "The practical exam will start in five minutes. If anyone feels brave enough, they can go inside first. But this doesn't guarantee the questions will be easy… maybe even the opposite."

 

The last phrase was said quietly, but every student heard it. It seemed to kill any initiative to go first. But not in me. The sooner I finish, the sooner I'll be free. I don't think the result will change much whether I go first or last. So… why not?

 

Five minutes passed, and a green light lit up above the door.

 

"Are there any volunteers?" the assistant asked, relaxed.

 

I raised my hand.

 

"Oh-oh," he was surprised. "It’s a bold move, boy. Let’s see if it pays off. Now… Go inside."

 

I stepped out of the crowd, feeling various gazes on me. There were whispers, but I couldn't make them out. The professor's assistant nodded to me, and the door opened, allowing me to enter.

 

The classroom had a lot of space. All the student desks were removed, leaving only one table where Flitwick sat and a few benches for the examiners.

 

"Hello," the professor said. "What is your name? And what is your House?"

 

"Timothy Jody, Gryffindor," I said my name. The professor was supposed to know it already. That was for the other people in the room.

 

"Mr. Jody, you have come to take the practical part of the OWLs in Charms," the professor said. "Three practical questions will be in the form of spells you need to demonstrate. Besides this, for additional points, you can show any other spell of your choice and taste. Do you understand?"

 

"Yes, professor," I nodded to him. "Everything is very clear."

 

"Good," he said. "You must demonstrate three spells: Summoning Charms on this feather, Shrinking Charms on the same feather, and Reversal Charms. Begin when you are ready."

 

I nodded and mentally prepared. The necessary spells were already found, and I was ready to use them. The feather lying on the floor was quite large. I don't know what bird it came from, but that bird must have been big. Dog-sized bird.

 

"Accio feather," I calmly and confidently cast the spell, making perfect wand movements.

 

The feather slowly began to move towards me. Before using it, I quickly skimmed the Archive text with a little extra on how to control it. It was simple, just needed to concentrate on it.

 

"Diminuendo," another precise wand movement, and the feather almost instantly shrank to a smaller size. Then another wave and a spell: "Finite."

 

The previous spell dissipated, returning the feather to its original form. For a second, I thought about what I wanted to show. Actually, the choice wasn't that big.

 

"Reverto," another wave, and the feather slowly returned to its place from where I had summoned it. "Mori manifesto exhibito umbra ashaya."

 

This was an incredibly complex spell for fifth-year students that creates an illusory image of whoever the object was with the longest. It could be a person, an animal, or some inanimate object.

 

In the next moment, a small silvery line shot out of the feather, bursting into fireworks. The fireworks turned into a proud bird that instantly circled the classroom. Such a bird was unknown to me. It somewhat resembled a peacock mixed with a Labrador.

 

After a few more seconds, the figure dissolved into the air. The examiners made notes in their papers.

 

"Excellent demonstration," Flitwick praised me.

 

"Thank you, professor," I nodded to him.

 

"You may be free," he said. "Let the next student enter."

 

I exhaled, and the nervousness slowly receded. It seems I passed this exam. Wiping my sweaty palms, I left the corridor. Silence was tangible. The students looked at me with interest but didn't rush to ask questions.

 

"Next volunteer?" the assistant asked, breaking the moment.

 

And there were some. It seems I inspired them to act further. Probably some had similar thoughts. Among the volunteers, I saw Isolda. It was noticeable that she was not worried at all.

 

"Good luck," I said to Adam. "I'll go back to the tower to prepare further."

 

He just nodded to me and returned to his notes.

 

I went back to the Gryffindor common room. Other students continued to do their own thing. Some were preparing for exams. Some were just reading or even resting. I changed and continued preparing for the exam, but now it was for Transfiguration.

 

Practicing spells for this discipline was not easy because they required great concentration and attention. If you do something wrong or inaccurately, the result will not be what you wanted. Perhaps, this will be one of the most challenging exams for me.

 

By dinner, all the students had completed the practical part of Charms. For many, this became something that relaxed their inner spring. The students relaxed a bit. Of course, this didn’t mean no one continued to study. It’s just that the atmosphere and pressure from it weren’t there anymore.

 

"How did you do in Charms?" I asked Adam.

 

"I managed to summon the feather, but I couldn't shrink it, and instead of canceling, I made it flare up," he said somewhat mournfully. "But I think I managed to ace the theory. I'll rely on that. And you?"

 

"Barely," I replied to him. Such an answer suited him since he figured out the answer himself. The other students had similar experiences, and listening to them, I begin to understand why such a small number of students continue their education. But maybe I'm wrong, and there's another factor? I hope so.

 

The next day repeated, only this time, McGonagall led the exam instead of Flitwick. She moved between the students like a cat with her assistants, creating a somewhat unsettling feeling. Such prowling between rows made everyone nervous. Everyone except me. I calmly answered questions, solved problems, and explained formulas. Besides this, I added diagrams where needed.

 

This time I barely finished by the end of the exam. But I answered all the questions. After such intense writing, my hand ached, but a few exercises and it was fine. The practical part of the OWLs also took place in a separate classroom where we had been studying Transfiguration all this time.

 

"Hello," I greeted again, entering first. If this continues, it will become a tradition. "Professor, examiners, nice to see you all."

 

"Mr. Jody," McGonagall addressed me. "I'm glad you feel well. You must demonstrate Transfiguration into Void and one transfiguration spell of your choice."

 

Transfiguration into Void is quite a complex spell. The main feature of this spell is that the object transfigured into void cannot be brought back. It can be protected before casting the spell, but not after. And yes, it is direct transfiguration into void, not into air. This small addition, which no one mentioned in the lesson, I learned from a book in the Archive. This simplified the whole task many times over.

 

I focused on the task, not paying attention to the adults around me. The wand was aimed at a piece of paper with a small teapot. Light but confident movements along with the spell. In the next moment, the teapot just dissolved into space. I still don't understand the whole mechanism of the spell, but my time to understand will come.

 

The chosen transfiguration spell was already predetermined. I pulled out a small button and then used a spell that turned this button into a small black kitten, which could only look around with its big green eyes. It was not a living kitten, but it gave the impression of being alive.

 

"Uh-huh," McGonagall nodded. "You may be free."

 

I returned to my room and finally got down to Herbology. This subject was simpler and more complex at the same time. It had more theory that just needed to be known. For example, how one plant differs from another. What methods can be used to subdue a rampant plant, know where to find which plant, and much more. Overall, an interesting topic to study, but not as much as Charms or Transfiguration.

 

The exam with the professor was not very calm. Many students got lost in the practical spell or performed it completely incorrectly. Honestly, I understand why this happens. Students don't have many opportunities to practice spells safely. And they themselves don't seem to pay much attention to magical development. Yes, everyone learns the theory, but few practice spells at a sufficient level. For example, one Ravenclaw student turned the teapot into some jelly. There were other funnier results... But they were funny only to me, for the other students who conjured them, it was fear and great stress.

 

"How could this happen," Adam said, sitting next to me. Other students looked at him understandingly, as their situation was no better. "I forgot to twist the motion, and instead of disappearing, the teapot became transparent and then started whistling."

 

"Maybe you also mispronounced the spell?" asked another guy. We didn't talk much, although we live in the same room. I had to prepare for the exams and not to get to know other people in my room. So far, I don't feel comfortable here.

 

"No," Adam said, angrily digging into his plate during dinner. "I think I put the accent and emphasis right."

 

"Well, anything is possible," a guy nodded and returned to his food.

 

Then we all went to rest. No one particularly wanted to prepare for Herbology, although they should have.

 

The theoretical exam turned out to be not just difficult… it surpassed the theoretical Transfiguration exam in its complexity. It was necessary to draw from memory ten different flowers, the cut of the petals, and their growth process. Describe their characteristics and how to properly harvest them. I'm sure many failed on this question. But I… thanks to the Archive, managed to brilliantly answer all the questions and even draw the necessary diagrams.

 

Without the Archive's Magic, passing these exams with high marks would have been almost impossible. Most likely, I would have received a contract from the Ministry, and even that... would have been under great question. Now, complaining about my magic would be the height of stupidity. So… I just used it to the fullest.

 

The practical exam took place in one of the greenhouses. Our task was to collect leaves from a Fanged Geranium, a dangerous plant that required knowledge of specific spells and gathering techniques. Many students struggled with the plant's strong resistance, although I felt they should have been better prepared for this challenge.

 

Only three students managed to gather the leaves... and I was among them.

 

"You were just lucky," Adam said as we returned from the practice. Everyone was dirty, angry, and reeking of manure.

 

"I think so too," I agreed with him. Well, what else could I say in such a situation? It was easier to agree with him and just go about my business.

 

Students prepared thoroughly for the next exam, having realized they couldn't relax just yet. This was the Defense Against the Dark Arts exam. A very important subject in a wizard's life, as you never know when you might encounter some creature or a spawn of magic that would happily feast on your body. It's somewhat similar to combat magic, as we study spells for battles, but still, this would not be enough to confront another wizard. Well, it seems to me.

 

Loading the book and analyzing it was not difficult. Then I just studied the information in it until midnight and tried to predict what would be on the theory.

 

In general, I've already caught the local concept of wand magic. You need to make the right movements and pronounce the spells correctly, but also not forget about intention. But for now, I won't look further. Exams are my primary interest at the moment.

 

The Defense professor changes almost every year, which does not contribute to normal training. Students have to struggle themselves in the library and ask others. Some teachers were excellent, some were just good, and some were incredibly bad, who shouldn't be allowed to teach children at all. All these "categories" were teaching Timothy before I appeared in his body.

 

The theory part of the exam was easy, but the practical part was a different story. I had to put in maximum effort since the spells were energy-consuming and had to be cast under stress, with magical creatures interfering. A Boggart tried to scare us by transforming into our worst fears, and a Grindylow shot water that could leave bruises.

 

For the practical exam, I chose the lightning spell. Lightning shot from the tip of my wand, striking its target. The wooden mannequin was split apart by the spell, leaving a small, charred mark at the impact point.

 

Using magic for even a semblance of a fight added even more desire to study it. This is everything I was deprived of in the past world. You can't just sit idly by and miss such opportunities. Although, studying loaded books will definitely take time.

 

The last exam in this five-day sprint was Potions. The professor is an incredibly talented potioneer and one of the youngest masters in this direction in recent years. Many wish to study under him, but Professor Snape teaches at the school because it's much more profitable. I think so.

 

This person is quite controversial. His bitterness, dislike, and many other negative personality traits made him a monster for students. Especially Gryffindor students, for whom this subject was difficult. Although it’s nothing much different from regular cooking, just ten times harder.

 

The theoretical part of the exam took place in the Great Hall. Potions is quite a subtle discipline, but it allows some liberties if you know certain rules and follow certain laws. The test itself differed slightly by being more organized and having a block-type structure of questions. Each group of questions determined a certain part of Potions theory. The questions ranged from the simplest to incredibly complex ones, which would not be easy for anyone to answer. And I… possessing the Archive's Magic, what was difficult for others was not so for me.

 

The practical exam was also held in the Great Hall. Each student had a cauldron and all the necessary tools to prepare a potion, which required making three other potions first. After that, students had full freedom to proceed as they saw fit. Using a book of potion recipes was allowed, but working with others was strictly forbidden. Everyone had only one chance, and a destroyed cauldron or an explosion meant the student had failed the practical exam.

 

It was a difficult exam, but I passed it too. The potion turned out exactly as it was required. The color was correct. The smell too, and when touched by the wand, the needed effects appeared.

 

After that, everyone went to rest. Some were in a terribly bad mood as they failed the practical part of Potions. Adam was among them, whose cauldron melted, turned into a horse, and tried to run away. But the examiners were ready for this and destroyed the horse. And Adam instantly got a fail in the grade book. There were other students too, but most of them were Hufflepuffs.

 

And of course, the students needed to relieve stress. This is a school where teenagers study, with no direct supervision. It's clear that they would try to have fun like adults. Charlie Weasley presented the fifth years with cheap alcohol, which he got from who knows where.

 

The price was affordable, so everyone could afford some. I also didn't deny myself a bottle of local beer. It was tasty. The sweet taste with light peppery notes played perfectly with the taste buds. The snacks were organized by the Weasley twins, who help Charlie with some things. These guys are only finishing their second year but have already gained fame as pranksters. If you wanted to prank someone, you had to turn to Fred and George Weasley.

 

The party was in full swing, and alcohol didn't affect teenagers in a good way, who not only drank but poured bottles of alcohol into themselves. Even if alcohol was weak, it didn’t mean no one got drunk.

 

"You see, my friend," drunk Adam said. "I was preparing, but here's how it all turned out... Damn Snape."

 

"Yeah," I agreed, nodding to him. I hadn't even finished half of my first drink yet, while some were already on their fifth bottle. Adam finished only three, but being a small guy, it hit his brains hard.

 

The girls spent time more culturally. They didn’t drink until they lost consciousness and had morning migraines. Unlike the boys, they just quietly discussed something among themselves. Isolda, the most popular girl among the Gryffindor fifth years, enjoyed certain preferences. I know even some sixth years asked her out, but they were quickly sent back with blisters all over their bodies. Curses are a scary thing in the right hands.

 

Timothy had learned from others' experiences that it was best not to get involved in anything more than friendly interactions with Isolda. This approach was wise, in my opinion. I nodded to her and went to the rest room, not wanting to spend time with other teenagers, even though I am one myself.

 

I fell onto the bed, meditated, and found myself in the Archive again. The search line appeared before my eyes, and I hesitated for a moment, wondering what to do next. Although I could search for new information, I decided it wasn’t necessary for now. So, I focused on loading the next books for exam preparation. They required less energy, so I obtained them in an hour and began analyzing them.

 

With that, I fell asleep.

 

The morning greeted me in a not very good mood. The drunk guys barged into the room and continued to chat and laugh loudly during the night. They fell asleep in turn, only to wake up in the morning with groans and curses, waking everyone up.

 

The books were already analyzed. I brought myself into order and went for breakfast. It was clear that many had a fun time. Puffy faces, red eyes, and sad expressions showed that each house had its own party.

 

I pulled out a book and started preparing for the next exam. The Gryffindor table was mostly empty, with only a few first-years present. The teachers' table was also sparsely occupied, but no one seemed to mind.

 

After breakfast, I went outside with a small blanket. It was sunny and warm, with a pleasant cool breeze from the lake. The light noise of the forest was soothing, making it easy to relax. I sat in the field and studied, enjoying the freedom of not having to rush or defend myself from anyone. And most importantly, there was no need to report to anyone. Overall, you could say that the past week was spent resting and focusing on my own tasks.

 

In general, these seven days passed incredibly actively. I got a bit familiar with local magic, understood some life aspects, and even achieved something. I think my exam results will be excellent. But if something goes wrong, I need to stock up on books as much as possible. If I load books the size of the Charms book, I can load about three a day. But that doesn’t mean they will be analyzed. It’s necessary to correctly calculate the efforts for all these actions. I still need to pass the exams.

 

After spending a few more hours in nature, I gathered my things and returned to the school. The students were just starting to wake up and bring themselves into normal condition. I went to the library for peace and quiet. On such a day, not many would go there to read books.

 

Closing with a book, I meditated again and stopped for a moment near the search line. What do I need?

 

"Increasing magical power. Increasing magical potential."

 

The search took a bit longer, which surprised me, but not for long. After a while, seven books appeared before my eyes. They were quite large but didn’t compare to the Charms or Transfiguration books. They were even smaller than the History of Magic book, which is just great. I loaded all these seven books and even had some energy left for analysis, but I didn't do it. Later... or maybe better now?

 

Lunch was spent reading the exam book while my magical power restored. It was hard to understand and realize, but somehow this restoration was happening. Still, it's better to analyze now, and then I can use another function of my magic. It allows merging two information files, avoiding repetitions.

 

At lunch, Adam came down with the other guys. They looked refreshed and ready for new achievements.

 

"How did you sleep?" I asked them.

 

"Don't ask," Adam exhaled. "I am never drinking that much again."

 

"You said that a month ago," another Gryffindor said.

 

"Well, that was then," Adam said. "And now is now."

 

"Ready for the next exams?" I asked him, not really caring about his deals with alcohol.

 

"What's there to prepare for," he waved his hand. "It's not Charms or Transfiguration to worry too much about them."

 

"Well, I don't know," I said, putting more chicken on my plate. It's very tasty here. "I think, for each professor, their subject is the most important."

 

"Are you kidding," Adam said. "Professor Binns and History of Magic say otherwise. Yeah..."

 

I had nothing to say. After all, I can’t agree with him. Well, let's see when the exams are and who gets what grades.

 

"But still, it's worth studying a bit," said a slightly chubby guy. He’s also from a regular family, not wizards. Never showed any special results in any magical sciences. Just an average guy. Not that Timothy was much different from him before I appeared in his body, but still.

 

"Oh, come on," Adam said with a grin. "Let's go play some Quidditch. Are you with us, Tim?"

 

"No," I shook my head negatively. "I don’t feel like it."

 

"As you wish. Whatever."

 

The guys quickly left, taking a few girls with them. I'm not against the game itself; I understand the benefits of such an activity. It's just that now is exam time. Although, maybe they're doing the right thing by taking a break after these stressful days.

 

I returned to the library and started analyzing the books I had loaded. It required a lot of energy and time. I had to sit in one place, reading and preparing for exams until almost evening.

 

When the analysis was completed, I quickly began reading the book formed from the seven others. A simple search immediately gave me some information on how to become stronger. And the first thing that caught my eye was that a child is born with a certain amount of energy that cannot be increased by any training. To enhance, you need to use rituals described in this book. Besides this, it indicated which books you could find additional information about these rituals.

 

Reading the description of some, I was taken aback. These were mostly dark magic rituals. Kill and absorb a wizard's soul, or eat a fetal child after driving the mother insane with various cruel tortures. There were quite bloody rituals here... yeah.

 

Some of them I definitely wouldn't do, as they were too bloody and dangerous for the wizard himself. There are a few other less dangerous rituals that can be performed, but they don’t give such a quick return. If absorbing a wizard's soul can double the power, then these methods will only give this enhancement over a year of active ritual use.

 

There are certainly criminal wizards in this world, which no one will watch, and no one will worry about them. Such can be sent to slaughter for enhancement, but for now, I'll put this method aside. I'll use it only when I'm sure there will be no consequences from other wizards for me. All these rituals were developed even before the appearance of the Hogwarts school itself. I don’t think they can be found in a regular library or the restricted section. Maybe the Ministry or guilds have such knowledge, but I'm not sure. Oh yes... I also discovered that I understand the language in which the inscriptions were made without any problems. Thanks to the enhancement of my Archive Magic.

 

It is possible to use potions to improve magical power, but the ingredients for them are not the simplest. For example: sand of the Time-Turner.... Where can I even get it? Or, the tear of an honest politician. But for now, let’s return to the continuation of studying materials and preparing for exams. Then I'll think about what other books I'd like to get.