Taking On The Magical World

I continue doing my channeling exercise, my body absorb more and more natural energy until there is no more in my body, then suddenly as if there was a black hole in my body, natural energy comes rushing into me, I slowly gain control of them all and I notice I have 26 units of natural energy under control, I finally broke through level three.

I am snapped away from my glee as I hear my mother calling me to come down for breakfast.

I get of my bed and head down stairs.

In the kitchen, I see my mother making some pancakes, my sister is reading a potion book, and my father writing away for his newspaper, The Quibbler.

I sit down at the kitchen table and steal a bite of my sister"s breakfast, she scowls at me and I laugh it off.

That reminds me of those kids that bullied my sister, after my mother warned me I went to those kids and told them to apologies to my sister and the torment will stop. The ran over to my sister as soon as they could with tears of happiness in their eyes and showered her with apologies, ever since then none of the kids in the village even look at my sister funny.

I look at my father and ask him, "Hey, dad, why don"t you hire somebody to help you with The Quibbler?"

My father"s newspaper has been doing great these days, we have a few hundred subscribes much better than the few handful of wacky wizards and witches we use to only have.

Even with the redesign we had only had only a few more people subscribing, I add some potion receipts that I redesigned so that you can save a lot of money on the ingredients and that helped a lot with the newspaper business.

People saw the potions receipts and spread it and we had waves of people buying our newspaper and thanks to the redesign of the newspaper, we were able to keep many folks, my father even had a bunch of letters telling him of how much they like our newspaper over the daily prophet.

I could have made a lot of money with those potion receipts, but I wanted to help my father, even though he may not show it, he wants this newspaper to spread wide and far, but the only audience he got was those wacky wizards and witches.

Even so, I got a wide spread reputation out of publishing those potion receipts, since then many wizards and witches were calling me a genius some even calling me the second Dumbledore.

"It is fine, I can handle it." my father replys back

My mother comes to kichen table and hands me my breakfast, looks at my father and says, "He is right, you are overworking yourself."

My father sighs "I guess the both of you are right, I will look for some people."

I snicker to myself, if my mother wishes some thing my fahter follows it.

My mother sits down with her breakfast then she looks at me and says "I have a surprise for you this afternoon, I know you are sadden to see your friends going to Hogwarts after summer."

I sigh when my mother reminds me of that, a few days ago Fred and George Weasley got their letters, man how I wish I could go too.

"What is it?" I ask my mother.

"You will know in the afternoon." my mother replies back with a smile on her face.

Seeing that I will not be getting answers I finish my breakfast and head up to my room, then I go to my suit case, open it, and go inside.

I carry out my potions experiments and do some reading after a while I see that it is 12 o"clock so I get out of my suit case looking for my mother to see this surprise she has for me.

I go down stairs and see that my sister is gone, she must have left to play outside, my father is also not here, I remember that he said he will go put out some notice out in Diagon alley.

I hear voices in the living room, so I head over there.

I walk inside the living room and see my mother talking with two older people, a man and a woman.

My mother notices me walking in, she gets up from her chair, walks over to me, and says to the two-elderly people "This is my son, Caelum. Caelum these two are Merlin and Morgana."

Before I could comprehend what, my mother said, the elderly man laughs and say, "We go by different names Pandora, it is Nicolas Flamel and Perenelle Flamel."

My mouth hangs open after I hear what they say.

As if my not noticing my shock, they continue on with their conversation.

"I did not know you changed your name." my mother says

Nicolas laughs "We changed our names a long time ago, it was just that as our overlords, we told you are real name."

My mother scowls "You know I do not view the both of you like that, you have helped me much when I came here."

Perenelle playfully smacks her husband hand and say, "He was just playing with you, anyways I see that your son is very talented, he could come to Beauxbatons we still have great pull there."

My mother shacks her head and says "He grew up here in the British wizarding community, he knows nothing of the French wizarding community. Anyways, I asked you both to come here because I wanted you talk to the Head of Hogwarts, Dumbledore, for me, you guys know him, and I want you to put in a word for me."

Perenelle asks "And what would that be?"

My mother says, "I want him to start at Hogwarts early."