Dumblemdore Family: Wizarding Witch World

Over the course of a year, Alvo and Henry dedicated themselves to intense training and advanced studies. Their curriculum was expanded significantly, reaching the level of Master Wizards, Level 4. Henry, who stayed alongside Alvo, participated not only in the rigorous morning training sessions but also in the expanded academic lessons.

This arrangement seemed to be an unspoken agreement between Adrian Dumbledore and Jon Cruz, the fathers of the two young wizards. Both men recognized that Alvo and Henry shared a deep commitment to personal growth, teamwork, and the responsibilities of their magical legacies. Having endured survival training and mastered magic in natural settings together, their bond was undeniable, and their futures seemed intertwined.

For Alvo and Henry, the past year had been transformative. Their physical training sculpted their young bodies, increasing their endurance, agility, and strength. The effects of their morning drills on the transfigured training grounds were remarkable—enhanced coordination, precise magical control under pressure, and a newfound fluency in channeling magic during combat scenarios.

Alvo often reflected on how the intense regimen reshaped his view of himself. He noted how his spellcasting became sharper, his stamina seemingly limitless, and his confidence solidified. "This isn't just learning magic anymore," he had thought one morning after a particularly grueling session. "It's becoming magic."

Henry shared a similar sentiment, marveling at how his once hesitant grasp on advanced spells had matured into an instinctual understanding. His earlier doubts about his capabilities faded as he saw his own growth reflected in Alvo's respect for him as an equal. "We're not just friends," Henry mused one evening, "we're partners, in every sense of the word."

In the grand study of Dumbledore Estate, Adrian and Jon Cruz sat together, discussing their sons' progress over glasses of magical port.

"The boys have surpassed expectations," Jon began, swirling his drink thoughtfully. "It's clear they're benefiting from the environment here—and each other."

Adrian nodded. "Alvo has grown, undoubtedly. But it's Henry's presence that has sharpened his instincts. They challenge and support each other in ways a solitary path could never achieve."

Jon leaned back, a small smile on his face. "It's the same with their families. Your brothers' marriages into the Cruz line cemented our alliance long ago. We're more than allies; we're family now. That's why I allowed Henry to stay for this extended training. He's learned discipline, teamwork, and loyalty in ways I couldn't have taught him back home."

Adrian sighed, leaning forward. "As for the other families—the WidPeetdd and Horstail—I won't pressure them. If they lose this opportunity, so be it. Bloodlines are important, yes, but forging genuine bonds, as Alvo and Henry have, matters more."

Jon nodded in agreement. "Still, it's amusing how the girls reacted to their extended separation from the boys. Amy's clear affection for Alvo and Miranda's quiet interest in Henry… It's almost as if fate is nudging us toward something greater."

Adrian chuckled, shaking his head. "We'll let fate have its say when the time is right. For now, let the boys grow into their potential. They're building the foundation for something extraordinary—together."

The two men clinked glasses, their shared pride in their sons shining in the firelight.

The year had not only strengthened Alvo and Henry's bond but also demonstrated the potential of their partnership. Their synchronized growth was a testament to the wisdom of their fathers' decisions. Both boys, though young, carried the weight of their families' legacies with unwavering determination. For now, their focus remained on mastering their craft and embracing the challenges ahead, while the intricacies of alliances, future ties, and familial expectations lingered on the horizon, awaiting their time.

Alvo and Henry stood before their fathers, a sense of anticipation filling the air. Today marked a significant milestone: the beginning of their training in spiritual techniques and advancing through the wizarding ranks. At 11 years old, both boys had already reached the third rank of Apprentice Wizard—Alvo achieving it some time ago, and Henry following half a year later.

Adrian Dumbledore addressed them with his usual commanding tone.

"Little's," he began, "as you know, I mentioned this when you were younger—there are restrictions on cultivating spiritual energy at an early age. But now, that time has passed."

Jon Cruz, standing alongside Adrian, didn't miss a beat as he added, "And as you're aware, it's time to truly initiate you. It's no secret that both our families descend from Autarch ancestors—Hybrym Dumbledore and Hodilo Cruz, both level-nine beings who define our legacies."

He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in before continuing.

"Because of this, you will each receive the same cultivation method passed down through generations. It's a method free of bottlenecks. From now until level nine, nothing but time will limit your progress."

Alvo couldn't help but grin, the excitement bubbling within him. Finally, they were about to begin their formal training in wizarding realms. Beside him, Henry nodded, clearly sharing his enthusiasm.

The next few hours were filled with detailed explanations. Adrian and Jon demonstrated how to project spiritual energy throughout the body, the pathways to follow, and the techniques for drawing wizarding energy from the heavens and the earth.

Alvo listened intently, visualizing the energy flow within himself. He was fascinated by the possibilities it promised. Henry, on the other hand, was eager to see how this training could enhance his magical combat and healing abilities.

When the first session ended, both boys had completed five spiritual circles—the current limit for their age.

As they walked away from the training grounds, Alvo couldn't contain his excitement.

"I feel like if I went back to the forest now, I could turn it into a magical amusement park with my transfiguration!" he exclaimed, his eyes lighting up with new ideas.

Henry chuckled, marveling at his own progress.

"My spellwork feels so much stronger. Healing and combat spells... they just flow now. I didn't think it would happen this quickly!"

Alvo grinned at his friend. "You were already good, but now we're unstoppable," he said confidently.

Henry nodded, his face full of determination. "This is just the beginning. Imagine where we'll be in a year if we keep this up."

Alvo smirked, giving Henry a playful nudge. "Guess we'll find out soon enough."

After much deliberation among their parents, it was decided that Alvo and Henry would attend the Dumbledore Battle Academy located in the Autarch Citadel. Following several days of farewell dinners and goodbyes, Adrian escorted them to the academy.

Autarch Citadel.

Upon arrival, they were greeted by their future private instructor, Alartard Dumbledore, a level 8 wizard, who introduced himself with an air of authority.

"As your personal instructor, I'll be here to address any doubts you have during your time here," he explained. Adrian nodded, exchanged a few words with the professor, and left shortly after, leaving the boys in capable hands.

Alartard continued, addressing them both firmly.

"You will attend classes just like everyone else. The difference is that you two won't need to pay tuition. Let me explain why. For young wizards with significant talent, approved by the academy, tuition is generally paid with spiritual stones—acquired through various means by the students. However, you've been granted a scholarship, so I've selected your courses for you."

He handed each of them a tablet and outlined their schedule.

"Here is how your weeks will be structured:

Week One: Practical knowledge of magic, including combat exercises against fellow students and simulations involving beings from other planes at your talent level.Week Two: Botany, potion-making, and alchemy—both theoretical and practical.Week Three: Practical and theoretical study of runes and their applications.Week Four: Mastery of written symbols, as well as inscribing future ones into your Spirit Sea.

This cycle will repeat monthly until you achieve the rank of Official Wizard, Level 2. Understood?"

Alvo and Henry nodded, their excitement barely contained.

"Good," Alartard concluded. "The spirit of the academy will now guide you to your quarters. You'll be housed in the same villa, though each of you will have a separate room. Outside your quarters, there is a communal plaza where you'll practice your cultivation methods. This plaza is equipped with special formations to aid your progress.

Remember, when cultivating, activate the red restriction outside your villa. The indicators work as follows: Blue means you're inside but not cultivating, Green indicates relaxation, and Red signals active cultivation. This ensures no one disturbs you during critical moments. Use voice commands to change the settings. Understood?"

Again, the boys nodded, their thoughts already turning to the days ahead.

Later that evening, after being shown to their quarters by the academy spirit, Alvo and Henry sat together in the villa's common area. The room was cozy yet refined, with soft lights and a clear view of the plaza outside.

Henry leaned back in his chair, glancing at the tablet in his hands. "Can you believe this place? Everything is so... organized. Even the cultivation system is thought out to avoid interruptions."

Alvo grinned, setting his own tablet down. "I know, right? It's like they've planned for every possible scenario. Did you see the formations in the plaza? I bet those make a huge difference during cultivation."

Henry nodded, his excitement evident. "And the schedule! Combat training against other students and simulations with beings from other planes... I can't wait to test myself. What about you?"

Alvo smirked, leaning forward. "I'm itching to get started. The idea of facing opponents with similar talents—it's like a dream come true. Plus, the rune classes sound incredible. I've always wanted to dive deeper into their practical uses."

Henry laughed. "You and your runes. I'm more curious about the alchemy and potion-making. Imagine creating something that could turn the tide in a fight."

Alvo's eyes lit up. "Exactly! Everything here is designed to push us to the next level. It's like we're being prepared for something much bigger than just passing exams."

Henry gave him a knowing look. "Because we are. Our families expect a lot from us, but honestly? I think we expect even more from ourselves."

Alvo leaned back with a thoughtful nod. "You're right. Let's make this count, Henry. No holding back."

"Agreed," Henry said with a grin. "Tomorrow, we hit the ground running."

The boys shared a look of determination before heading to their rooms, eager for the challenges awaiting them.

One month had passed, marking the completion of Alvo and Henry's introductory phase at the Dumbledore Battle Academy. This initial period covered the basics they would need for the more advanced lessons ahead. However, practical combat classes were available from day one, and the boys wasted no time diving in.

After finishing a theoretical lecture on tactics and traps, the students were taken to a virtual simulation platform. This technology allowed them to apply everything they had learned in combat scenarios. While death in the simulation wasn't real, the pain felt from the "deaths" was vivid enough to leave a lasting impression.

Alvo quickly rose through the ranks, employing his advanced transfiguration skills to dominate his opponents. His performance was so exceptional that he was immediately moved to simulations designed for Official Wizards, Level 1. Here, the challenges began to test his limits.

In these battles, Alvo encountered a stark reality: against human opponents, the fights were rarely straightforward. Many of his matches ended in either a draw or a timeout, as both sides often depleted their spiritual energy before a clear victor could emerge. Unlike magical beasts, which often relied on brute strength and instinct, humans were far more cunning, employing intricate plans and deceitful tactics.

Reflecting on this, Alvo's disdain for magical beasts only deepened. "They're simple creatures," he muttered to Henry one evening. "Strong, yes, but there's no depth to their thinking. Humans, though—they're insidious. That makes them far more dangerous."

Henry nodded in agreement, his experiences mirroring Alvo's. While his strengths lay in healing and strategic combat, the human opponents in the simulations pushed him to his limits as well.

Throughout the first month, both boys demonstrated their exceptional lineage and innate genius. Coming from Autarch bloodlines, their comprehension of complex magical theories and practical application was unparalleled.

In their botany and alchemy classes, Alvo's understanding of magical properties led him to create a potion that enhanced reflexes for short periods. Henry, on the other hand, perfected a healing balm that gained admiration from the professors.

During their rune studies, the boys excelled in inscribing symbols with precision and intent. Alvo's runes amplified the destructive power of his spells, while Henry's focused on defensive barriers and regeneration.

Their professor, Alartard Dumbledore, couldn't hide his approval. "It's rare to see students grasp these concepts so quickly," he remarked after one particularly challenging class. "You two are setting a new standard."

That night, as they sat in the plaza outside their villa, Alvo stared at the glowing formations in the plaza. His expression was pensive.

"Henry, do you feel like we're being prepared for something bigger?"

Henry leaned back, gazing at the stars. "Absolutely. Everything here is designed to push us to our limits. It's not just about learning—it's about preparing us to lead."

Alvo smirked. "Lead or survive. Either way, it's clear they're expecting a lot from us. Not that I mind."

Henry grinned. "Me neither. But let's be honest, the humans in those simulations? They're a whole different challenge. It's... exhausting, but thrilling."

Alvo nodded. "It is. But I'm not backing down. If anything, it's making me more determined to get stronger."

Henry raised an eyebrow. "And your disdain for magical beasts?"

Alvo chuckled, shaking his head. "Still there. They might be powerful, but they're predictable. Humans, though—they're the real challenge."

The two exchanged determined smiles before heading to their rooms, ready to face whatever the next month would bring.

Alvo sat cross-legged in his villa's cultivation plaza, his Spirit Sea shimmering within his mind's eye. The symbols he had inscribed there—Delta and Alpha Waves, True Intent of the Wave, and Survival Instinct—glowed faintly green. His brow furrowed as he studied them, his analytical mind piecing together the mechanics of their potential evolution.

"Green is good," he thought, tracing the energy patterns. "But if I can ascend them to blue, their potency should increase significantly. The key lies in refinement and focus."

He began with Delta Wave, channeling his spiritual energy into the symbol. It pulsed faintly, resisting the change. Alvo gritted his teeth, refusing to relent.

"This isn't just about raw power," he reminded himself. "It's about understanding the essence of the wave—the flow, the rhythm, the harmony."

Hours passed, and sweat dripped from his brow, but finally, Delta Wave glimmered, shifting from green to a faint azure. He exhaled deeply, a small smile tugging at his lips.

"One down. Now for the others."

In his own space, Henry focused on his symbols. The Healing Cross glowed steadily within his Spirit Sea, radiating a soothing green light. Beside it, symbols for the powers of wood and water pulsed rhythmically, awaiting his command.

"The Healing Cross is my foundation," he thought, his hands glowing faintly as he tested its limits. "But wood and water... their synergy could be limitless if I use my imagination."

He conjured a vision of a great tree, its roots sinking into a deep, flowing river. Energy surged through him as he visualized the connection. The wood symbol shimmered, edging closer to blue.

"Yes... almost there," Henry encouraged himself, pushing further.

After hours of relentless effort, the two friends met in the plaza, both visibly drained but eager to share their progress.

Alvo stretched his arms, rolling his shoulders. "I got Delta Wave to blue. It felt like wrestling a storm, but I managed."

Henry grinned, wiping his forehead. "Nice! I'm close with the wood symbol. Water's next, but I can already feel their synergy building. It's like they're meant to work together."

Alvo nodded, his analytical side kicking in. "That makes sense. Wood thrives with water—it's a natural cycle. If you perfect that combination, your versatility will skyrocket."

Henry smirked. "And you? Still obsessed with waves and survival?"

Alvo laughed. "Waves and survival are practical. Besides, that survival symbol... it's like having a second brain. When things get intense, it takes over, guiding me instinctively. It's terrifyingly effective."

Despite their individual focus on symbol evolution, the weeks continued with rigorous classes. During practical combat lessons, Alvo tested his upgraded Delta Wave, using its refined power to disorient opponents. Each clash sharpened his skills further.

In botany and alchemy, Henry demonstrated his growing mastery of wood and water. His creations began incorporating the synergy he cultivated in his Spirit Sea, earning him praise from his instructors.

Even in rune studies, both boys excelled. Alvo's precision in inscribing runes amplified the destructive force of his spells, while Henry's runes enhanced defensive and healing capabilities.

Lying in their separate rooms after another long day, their minds drifted back to their Spirit Seas. Both knew the path ahead was arduous, but neither could deny the exhilaration of progress.

"I'll get them all to blue soon," Alvo thought, staring at the faint glow of the moon outside his window. "And after that, the sky's the limit."

Henry, meanwhile, closed his eyes, the image of a flourishing forest in his mind. "Wood, water, and healing—they're more than symbols. They're a part of me now. I just have to keep pushing."