While the students were gorging themselves on the feast and some throwing up upon seeing a couple of pigs rummaging the surrounding food. Alex was inside the common room, munching on a light meal. Once done, he heads toward the stair. Climbing to the highest level of the tower, he came in front of a door, opening it, he sees five beds, all with trunks on the front. Frowning at this he calls Bilby."What Bilby can do, master?"
"Is this the first year dorm?"
"Yes."
"Then, where should I sleep? there is only five bed and all had a trunk."
"There is another room! Headmaster whisker says that James Potter he"s to have a room for himself, but since master didn"t leave his trunk with the other, elves been thinking that is it master trunk!"
"Well, since he has a room with the other five, I would hate to separate them. Could you show me in the last room, please."
He didn"t go too far, in fact, only a few steps back. On the right side of the stair, facing the wall of the dorm door was a tapestry of a lion pride running from top to bottom. Once he was standing in front of it, the lion rises from its branch, jump down, and made his way to the front, waiting for something.
"Master needs a pa.s.sword for the room to open."
"A pa.s.sword, anything can do?"
Hearing the lion give a roar of approval, still waiting for his new resident. Taking the tapestry into consideration, he says "Lumos", at this, the end of his left index light up in a soft withe glow, delving deeper in himself, the glow change from soft white to deep emerald. Once done, he put his finger on a rock at the feet of the lion and trace a unique rune. At this, the lion gave a powerful roar on could feel full of pride as the tapestry left side rise, showing a door in an alcove. Before opening the door, he asks Bilby.
"Is it possible to set up a pa.s.sword for this door too?"
As if the castle was responding itself, the door was enclosed in a transparent blue glow. When he sees it still lingering a few seconds later, he acts. Drawing three other runes in an inverted triangle. Once done, he "captures" the unique lower rune and bring it on the same line as the two other. Satisfied, he steps down, letting the magic absorb the sequence. The glow recedes in the door and once he tries to open it, he couldn"t so he trace the runes again before completing the motion and the door opens itself in.
"Good, I don"t know why they don"t put those types of pa.s.sword, a listening charm, and everyone could enter, truly stupid. At least the tapestry his protected with family magic, I just hope that Dumble wouldn"t be given access to it without the security but it all I can do for now. Bilby, I want wards erected against house-elves, only the family can be given access to the room, ok."
"Don"t worry master, Bilby will!" Say the old elf, puffing his chest.
"Thanks."
Once in the room, he takes a rapid glance. While not as large as the dorm rooms it still was of decent size, more than enough for one person. Other than the typical four-poster bed, a simple desk and little bookshelves were on the right wall, just beside the wall window. Taking another block of solid oak, he trans.m.u.tes it in a perch for Kione with a water and food silver bowls. Opening the window, a shadow appears two minutes later and takes place on it.
"Hey girl, did you have a good flight?"
The owl gently nimble his finger as his other hand gently scratch her under the beak. Once her need was taken care of, he takes another small block and forms an incurved plate, took off a full rucksack of cotton ball and trans.m.u.te a fluffy blanket, put it on the wooden basket and take of a large block of gla.s.s that came above the blanket and fuse with the wooden basket. On the top of the transparent enclosure, a circle appears, encasing three runes that could be translated as "temperature", "control" and "17". This simple rune scheme will keep the air inside the gla.s.s at a constant 17 degree, feeding on the ambient magic. While he was far from mastering runes, he has made a large advancement in the field.
But as much as he was happy with those results it was completely another matter that had made his day at the time. In fact, he has been able to do something unheard to this day, he had transcribed Pa.r.s.el magic into a runic language. He knows that Pa.r.s.elmouth was perhaps the oldest magical language, so if other cultures were able to create runic language, why would Pa.r.s.el magic be different, thus, he had past the last month first transcribing every word he could think of into its pa.r.s.el equivalent before working to change it into runes. What he obtained was the birth of a brand new path of Pa.r.s.el magic he named Pa.r.s.elrune. Fearing that Tommy boy would be able to do something similar, he tries to make a claim on it and successfully made Pa.r.s.elrune family magic, who only him, for now, could decrypt, use, study and create.
When he takes the claim in the office, he was surprised the way magic had to react as the ghost of Salasar Slytherin had appeared and blessed him for his wonderful gift made to magic. At first, he was confused as to why, but he explains to him that Pa.r.s.eltongue his a highly draining magic to use, while the result is at least two times better, the higher the result wished the higher the consumption of magic. With a runic form, the different schemes would be able to drow ambient magic and power themselves and create wards of a higher power for the same consumption that the other runoff. He had been overjoyed at the news, but the creation of such powerful runic language would be a work of decades of work. As of now, he was only able to draw uniques runes he would link in a circle. While inefficient, the simple scheme will work on the condition of not going further than three runes, and the numbers of a runic circle depend on the material, common one couldn"t support more that one.
While it was not much, he was proud of his accomplishments, the rock, door, and basket were is the first real working runic scheme. It was also why he was confident than no one besides perhaps Dumbledore would be able to enter. If it was any other place, one would be able to surcharge the rune and break them, but here? the rune was feeding off the castle magic, one would need hours before they could break in the door if the ever been able to understand how to pa.s.s the tapestry first.
Her nest ready, he delicately takes off the still sleeping little Kneale out of his hood and put her in the basket, were she immediatly snuggle in the warm fluffy blanket. Once everything is done, he finally takes out his trunk, resizes it, and prepares for bed.
While he was sleeping the feast ended, the prefect leads their charge to their news dormitories, after the barely veiled threat of the third floor. The group of first-year was lead by the now lone fifth-year perfect, showing the scenic view to a now tired child who didn"t have the energy to concentrate on what she was explaining. After only the first flight of stairs, the already slightly irritated and tired children were subject to grating whining of the Potter Heir demanding that someone carry him as he was tired and would not climb all the way to the tower.
Wanting to rapidly go to bed, the irritated witch whose patience has been greatly shaved off by the brat cast a stunning spell before a levitation charm under the cheer of the first year, everyone completely ignoring the indignant spluttering of the carrot minion.
So it was under a strange sight that the rest of the Gryffindor House see their first years being introduced to the tower, the boy rapidly shoved in a couch and soon forgotten. He only made to his dorm with the help of Percy who transports him to the last story of the tower, puts him on the floor, revives him, and rapidly exits the room for his bed. So while the rest of the House was finally free of the whining brat, his dormmates weren"t and submit the insufferable brat wailing about a private room promised to him by the Headmaster.
For four young boys, their first night in Hogwarts became a nightmare that only end when the rotund boy finally fall asleep deep in the night, none a single of them conscious of the lucky boy not far wasn"t with them.