BXBX NOVEL Chapter 307 - 307
Hello everyone! My birthday went well yesterday and I got down to work again.
May the magic be with you! Enjoy!
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Once I was in the familiar dark alley beside the Grimmauld house, I apparated back to the Knight house. It was evening, and they should still be home. Once inside, I made my way to the kitchen, where Sarah and John were enjoying their tea.
"Good evening," I hugged Sarah with a smile and shook John's hand. "I just came in for a second. Are you all set?"
"Yes, Max," John, whom I almost called "father" in my mind, nodded seriously. In my previous life, I had a hard time with my relatives because of their actual disregard for my existence, and in this one, my own father wanted to kill me, so I don't like this word. But wow…
"We've already packed everything in our suitcases," Sarah smiled.
"Then you should get on the next flight out. It might be hot soon, and I can't guarantee anything."
"I see. You, Max, take care of yourself."
"I will try my best…."
Only after that, with a clear conscience, I apparated back to the dark alley on Grimmauld and hurriedly cast a muggle-repelling spell on myself, quickly heading home.
Once inside, I took the three porcelain werewolf figurines out of my bag and, handing the bag to Kreacher, who quickly appeared, I headed to the ritual hall. I'd been here before, just to look around. The room was quite featureless: large and spacious, deep underground, and the yellow-glowing walls and floor were made as if they were a single monolith of a very smooth, gray, stone-like material. You could draw or carve diagrams on it and then reconstruct. Still, it's a good thing wizards build houses that are as self-sufficient and autonomous as possible. In fact, you can lock yourself in here and never go out at all - such houses have everything. Well, depending on the family's capabilities and requirements.
<I know what you are up to, and I even know what you want me to start calculating. To begin with, perform each spell from the series without activation so that you can feel the contour, and I can start analyzing it.>
Taking my wand out of the holster on my forearm, I began to perform each of the twelve spells to create the Shadow Architect. I didn't have any problems with each individual spell — I clearly felt when its contour was finally formed and when it was ready for activation. Rowena processed all these sensations, helping me interpret them, based on my experience, into a visual structure, the likeness of which I had seen long ago, back when Professor Flitwick was showing Hermione and me his magic-showing device. It is easier to search for and isolate dependencies in visualized structures, making algorithms and understanding which part of the circuit is responsible for what. That's what Rowena ended up doing, promising me a strong headache and slight fatigue because she was going to work at maximum capacity, also demanding hemomancy and magical amplification at the limit of capabilities.
What for? The magic complex for creating an Architect is, as they say, antediluvian. In those days, they did not use arithmancy to justify or create spells, trying everything on their own experience, therefore, it's possible to understand some specifics and the essence of this magic only in this way - by adjusting the formulas to the existing magic.
While Rowena was terrorizing the body's resources, I started creating a ritual scheme. This is a simple matter — you create a little blood with hemomancy, which, as I now know, is not blood at all, and having clearly imagined this scheme, you carve it into the surface. The Black's Ritual Hall is very good, and the surface here is perfectly smooth, and most importantly - uniform. The influence of the surface on the scheme is reduced to almost zero.
By my will, a ball of blood formed in the air and immediately threw out bloody threads a centimeter thick, starting with their help to slowly engrave on the floor surface. Ten minutes of thoughtful work, and here on the floor, there is a complex scheme of several circles one in another, drawn along and across with runes, lines, figures, and incomprehensible symbols. However, they turned out to be incomprehensible only at first glance, and my memory gave me the appropriate literature — an old and forgotten version of the runes. Well, not so old. It's just that at one time, or rather in the thirteenth century, the wizards of England decided to create their own unique magical language based on runes but gave up doing it. Although those two dozen symbols quite coped with the role assigned to them and successfully carried magical, esoteric, and other meanings. In general, nothing supernatural.
After the promised half an hour, Rowena gave me the result of the analysis, and now I had a good idea of the essence of the complex of spells. But in order to understand it, I had to lure a headache potion from Kreacher, a certain supply of which, like some others, has been safely stored under stasis for many years and has not deteriorated at all. This technology could have been used at Hogwarts as well, but, in fact, storage with Stasis spells is a complicated artifact, and the school always has no money, but there is a potion maker.