Dumblemdore Family: Wizarding Witch World

Early February, 1880. Alvo was playing in his family's garden. At just five years old, he was a clever and curious boy, fascinated by discoveries. That month, he had explored the ecosystem of the forest on their estate, home to countless magical creatures. However, being so young, his mother, Fernanda Dumbledore, forbade his adventures into the forest without trustworthy adults accompanying him. But to Alvo, none of this mattered; all he wanted was to explore.

"Mom, why can't I go into the forest? And why can't Aunt Helena take me?"

"Because, my little one, the forest is full of magical beasts. Only your father or the estate's Gatekeeper can accompany you. Helena doesn't have magical lineage, so she can't protect you if something happens."

"You'll see, Mom, I'm very strong. I'll protect Helena! Hahaha!"

"Young master, could you listen to your mother for once? Stop the jokes," said Helena, sternly.

"All right, all right. I, Alvo Dumbledore, have made a decision!"

"Oh? And what has our little Alvo decided? Tell your mother."

"I'm going to be a wizard!"

Fernanda was surprised, and Helena let out a sigh.

Suddenly, a booming laugh echoed through the house.

"Did I hear that right? My little Alvo wants to be a wizard?"

Adrian Dumbledore, a two-meter-tall man with silver hair and a muscular build, entered the room and picked Alvo up in his arms.

"Dad, if I can't go into the forest to have fun, I'll just have to train as a wizard! This morning, I saw the McKinnon neighbors flying on broomsticks, and I got so jealous. Life is tough!"

"Don't worry. Since you've decided, it's decided. By the start of next week, you'll begin your journey," Adrian said, squeezing Alvo's cheeks.

Unable to contain his joy, little Alvo jumped from his father's arms and ran through the house, imagining himself as a great wizard. Helena chased after him, trying to calm him down.

"Dear, are you sure this is the right time for him to start down the wizard's path?" Fernanda asked, concerned.

"Of course not, but it'll be fine. I've been monitoring his magical strength for some time, and it's growing steadily. If he doesn't start training, little incidents might happen. We'll sort this out now."

The couple embraced, watching from the window as little Alvo fled desperately from Helena, as if his life depended on it.

The following week, Alvo sat in a luxurious room, listening attentively to his new teacher, a level 5 mage hired exclusively for him.

The teacher observed him curiously and, noticing his frustrated expression, asked:

"Young master, what's wrong? Aren't you interested in the lessons?"

"Professor, it's just... everything's so easy. You just explained the theory and said that with a catalyst, I could perform basic magic. But look at this..."

Alvo pointed his finger, concentrated, and mentally murmured: [Light]. The dimly lit room instantly became brilliantly bright.

The teacher sighed, impressed.

"You managed to master the spell with so little? Incredible. How about we stop for today, and you focus on what you've learned? Next week, I want to see everything you've achieved. And since you have such an advanced mind, take this scroll. It's a simple method to alter and modify learned spells."

Alvo took the scroll excitedly and ran to the garden, where he had a special little corner. There, he activated a spell that transformed his satchel into a magical cabin. Inside, he sat on the sofa and opened the scroll, which emitted a silver light directly into his mind.

The scroll demonstrated the learned spells and how to modify them. Alvo immediately began practicing. He tried altering [Light], adding elements of fire, heat, and solar concepts, creating an intricate rune in the shape of a hypercube. When he cast the spell, the result was a controllable miniature sun.

"This is magic, isn't it?" he sighed. "My journey is just beginning."

He set small goals for himself: mastering 30 spells with 5 variations each, entering the forest, and improving his physical fitness to keep up with Helena, who seemed to be hiding impressive strength.

A month passed, and Alvo made incredible progress. His defensive spell now included a version that summoned a giant squid with protective arms. However, he noticed the magic only lasted two minutes.

His teacher explained:

"You'll only be able to practice full meditation when your rune symbol is inscribed in your sea of consciousness. Your father will do this when you turn 11."

In the meantime, Alvo focused on studies, exercises, and learning about magical beasts with Heitor Dumbledore, the estate's Gatekeeper.

Helena, ever vigilant, watched Alvo with hawk-like eyes. If he noticed, he would certainly feel a chill down his spine.

Alvo was clearly eager for adventures. He began pestering the family's Gatekeeper, trying to learn everything about magical beasts and even asking for non-magical options in case something happened.

The Dumbledore family's gamekeeper, Heitor Dumbledore, a level 7 mage responsible for the entire estate and family's security, saw no harm in teaching a few truths to the young wizard. Thus, Alvo's life became defined by physical exercises, lessons with his teacher, and training with the family's gamekeeper.

Time flew, and a year passed. Alvo Dumbledore was now six years old, and the house was abuzz with preparations for his birthday party. The Dumbledore mansion was a spectacle in itself: enchanted crystal chandeliers, magical tapestries depicting the family's historical moments, and gardens filled with flowers that danced to the sound of magical music played by the staff.

The young wizard, however, was more excited about something else: the chance to uncover more about Helena, the family's maid who, despite lacking magical lineage, seemed to harbor fascinating secrets.

During the preparations, Alvo approached Helena, who was organizing the magical decorations in the main hall.

"Helena, why don't you ever use magic? I know you have something special... Mom said you don't have magical lineage, but I don't believe that."

Helena stopped what she was doing and gave Alvo a serious look.

"Young master, there are things that don't need to be said... but I think it's time for you to know."

She knelt to Alvo's height, looking him in the eyes.

"I come from a family of vassal warriors. Our blood has no magic, but our strength rivals that of level 6 mages. We are trained from childhood to protect mages like your family, and our loyalty to the Dumbledore lineage is unbreakable."

Alvo was speechless.

"So that's why you're so strong? Could you defeat a mage?"

"If necessary. But remember, young master, our duty is to protect, not destroy."

Alvo ran off to tell his parents about the revelation, but Adrian and Fernanda simply smiled, as if they already knew everything.

On the night of the party, the entire Dumbledore family was present, including distant relatives and close friends. The highlight of the celebration was the gift of an enchanted electronic panel from Alvo's parents.

"Alvo, this panel will be your new learning tool," Adrian explained. "It will display your spells, track your progress, and allow you to organize and modify them more efficiently."

With the panel, Alvo recorded all 40 spells he had mastered during his two years of studies:

Attack: [Fireballs], [Wind Blades], [Ice Magic Projectiles], [Lightning Bolts], and more.

Defense: [Magical Shield Barriers], [Protection Runes], [Elemental Armor Creation], and the famous [Energy Giant Squid].

Body Enhancement: [Increased Strength], [Speed Boost], [Endurance Amplification], [Heightened Senses], and [Accelerated Regeneration].

Support and Convenience: [Magical Light], [Instant Heating], [Water Purification], [Creation of Small Objects], and [Item Transportation].

"Now you can organize yourself like a true wizard in training!" said the professor, who also attended the party.

After the party, while everyone was busy with magical desserts, the professor called Alvo for a conversation. They sat in the library, surrounded by ancient books.

"Young master, do you know your family's role in the magical world?"

"I think we're important, but I don't know exactly why."

The professor smiled.

"Your family descends from Hybrym Dumbledore, a level 9 mage. He was the great Autarch who led the magical world centuries ago, uniting clans and establishing peace. Your lineage carries this responsibility: to protect balance and ensure power is used for good."

Alvo tilted his head, thoughtful.

"Does that mean I also have to lead?"

"Not necessarily, but it does mean you must be prepared. The magical world is vast, divided into kingdoms, each with its own rules and customs. There are alliances, disputes, and, unfortunately, even traitors."

"Then why do we need to protect the balance?"

"Because power corrupts, young master. Many seek strength not to help, but to control. The Dumbledore lineage has always been a beacon of justice and wisdom, and that's what is expected of you."

Alvo nodded, feeling the weight of responsibility but also a growing determination.

"I'll try my best, professor. I want to be as strong as Hybrym Dumbledore!"

The professor smiled, proud.

"I wouldn't expect anything less from you, young master."

At just six years old, Alvo already demonstrated a potential that surprised everyone. His determination to learn, combined with the support of his family and Helena, promised a brilliant future.

He knew there was still much to discover — about the magical world, his lineage, and even himself. But above all, he knew his journey as a wizard was just beginning.