Dumblemdore Family: Wizarding Witch World

Alvo stood in the grand chamber of his family's sprawling estate, staring down at the faded manuscript in his hands. Titled The Last Will of the Plane of Waves, the book exuded an air of mystery and age. The edges of its parchment were frayed, the ink smudged in places, but its contents intrigued him beyond measure. He had always been drawn to the arcane and the forgotten, and this manuscript, with its promises of untapped power, was no exception.

The manuscript spoke of the four waves—Alpha, Beta, Theta, and Delta—each a key to unlocking specific states of consciousness and enhancing magical performance. Alvo was captivated by the possibilities. The Alpha wave, in particular, caught his attention: "Objective: Awaken with focus, light energy, and mental clarity." It was a state that promised harmony and a foundation for higher learning.

Determined to master the Alpha wave, Alvo spent his days wandering the vast city of Dumbledore, speaking to anyone who would answer his questions. From merchants to powerful wizards, he asked them what they valued most in life, what regrets they carried, and what wisdom they could offer. The townspeople were bemused by the young master's curiosity, whispering among themselves about his peculiar interests.

"What is happening with the young master ?" they murmured. But Alvo remained tight-lipped, absorbing every fragment of insight to refine his own understanding of what it meant to master oneself.

Back in his chambers, Alvo pored over the manuscript, cross-referencing its content with every book on transfiguration and metaphysics he could find in the Dumbledore family library. The connection between the Plane of Waves and the broader concept of magical transfiguration fascinated him. While transfiguration was often seen as a physical art—changing objects or beings into something else—this manuscript hinted at a deeper transformation, one that reached into the mind and soul.

"What if transfiguration isn't just about reshaping the external? What if it's about reshaping how we perceive and interact with reality itself?" Alvo mused.

The Alpha wave, it seemed, was not merely a tool for mental clarity but a foundation for a new way of thinking. If he could permanently inscribe the Alpha wave's symbol into his Sea of Consciousness, it could revolutionize his magical practice, enhancing his focus and creativity in ways no traditional spell could.

To prepare his body and mind for the task, Alvo threw himself into an exhaustive training regimen. His days began before dawn with physical sparring sessions against Helena. Despite holding back her full strength, Helena was a formidable opponent, and Alvo's improvements in hand-to-hand combat were hard-won.

Each session left him drenched in sweat, his muscles aching, but he reveled in the discipline. Helena often reminded him, "A sharp mind must be housed in a strong body, young master. Do not neglect one for the other."

After the physical training, he moved on to his magical studies. Under the watchful eye of Versse Osvald, a Level 5 wizard and professor in the Dumbledore academies of combat, Alvo practiced complex spells and techniques designed to refine his control over magic. Versse had a stern yet encouraging demeanor, pushing Alvo to his limits while imparting invaluable lessons.

One day, during a break between lessons, Alvo couldn't resist asking a question that had been nagging at him. "Professor, is the world of wizards limited to the five continents we study in geography?"

Versse chuckled, his deep voice echoing through the hall. "You've been reading about the elves, haven't you?"

Alvo nodded, mentioning the recent news about the Oceania minister and the potential war with the elven realm.

"Then let me put it this way," Versse said. "If you could fit five elven planes into our wizarding world, you'd still have room to spare. Our Plane has subcontinents, vast and unexplored, housing countless wizarding schools of varying levels. Most high-level institutions are in the central continents, but the subcontinents teem with potential. They respond to the ministers closest to them, but their power—and mystery—should not be underestimated."

The sheer scale of the wizarding world left Alvo awestruck. He thought of how small he felt walking the streets of Dumbledore city, and now he imagined the vastness of the Plane. His resolve to master the Alpha wave deepened. If he were to thrive in such an expansive world, he needed every advantage.

For four weeks, Alvo labored to inscribe the Alpha wave's symbol into his Sea of Consciousness. The process was as much mental as it was magical, requiring intense focus and visualization. Each attempt drained his mana reserves, leaving him exhausted. Yet, with every failure, he learned something new, adjusting his approach and refining his technique.

On the 28th day, it happened. Sitting cross-legged in his room, the symbol finally took shape within his mind. It glowed faintly, a testament to his perseverance. As the Alpha wave integrated into his consciousness, Alvo felt an immediate shift. His thoughts became sharper, his awareness keener. It was as if a fog had lifted, revealing a world of possibilities he hadn't noticed before.

"This is only the beginning," he whispered, a grin spreading across his face.

Energized by his success, Alvo sought a way to test the practical applications of the Alpha wave. One afternoon, he stood in the small meditation house nestled within the Dumbledore estate's gardens. The space was modest, constructed of simple wood and stone, yet it served as a sanctuary for his thoughts.

Extending his hands, Alvo summoned his mana. Power flowed through him, rippling out in visible waves. The meditation house began to change. The wooden floorboards shimmered, transforming into a serene pond with crystal-clear water. Small, glowing fish swam beneath the surface, and bamboo shoots sprouted at the edges. Shelves filled with books emerged from the air, and a stone platform for meditation rose in the center.

What made this transfiguration extraordinary was the atmosphere it exuded. The entire structure radiated focus, light energy, and mental clarity—the very essence of the Alpha wave. Alvo stood in awe of his own creation, marveling at the synergy between transfiguration and the Plane of Waves.

Unable to contain his excitement, he ran to find his parents. "Mother, Father, you have to see this!"

Fernanda and her husband arrived at the meditation house, their expressions shifting from curiosity to astonishment. "Alvo," Fernanda said, her voice tinged with disbelief, "I've never seen anything like this. This transfiguration… it's not just a physical change. It's imbued with… laws of calmness."

At her instruction, a senior mage from the Dumbledore estate tested the space. The results were groundbreaking. Typically, wizards relied on planes with accelerated time for cultivation, but this meditation house provided the same effect while maintaining normal time flow.

"This is unheard of," the mage said, shaking his head. "Master Alvo, you've created something truly revolutionary."

Despite their pride, Alvo's parents reminded him of his limits. "What you've achieved is remarkable," his father said, "but remember, you're still young. Spiritual techniques are for when you turn eleven. For now, focus on refining your foundational skills. What you've done here is purely a testament to your talent. Don't rush ahead."

Alvo nodded, their words a grounding force amidst his elation. Yet, deep inside, he couldn't shake the feeling that he had tapped into something far greater than himself—a power that could reshape the very fabric of wizardry.

Despite his parents' stern warnings, Alvo couldn't ignore the incredible success of his Alpha Transfiguration. The meditation house had become a sanctuary for his studies, amplifying his focus and creativity. He spent hours there, often losing track of time, as he delved deeper into the secrets of the manuscript.

His next challenge lay in the Delta wave. Described as "Induction of deep sleep and regeneration," the wave promised a powerful tool for both restoration and control. Alvo's mind raced with possibilities.

"In a battle," he thought, "if I could induce my enemies into a sudden, irresistible slumber, it would be game-changing. And what about healing? For myself or others, a surge of regenerative energy could turn the tide of any fight."

Yet, Alvo's imagination didn't stop there. He thought of his future expedition into the enchanted forest. A dangerous place teeming with magical creatures, traps, and mysteries, the forest would demand every ounce of his ingenuity. If he could master Delta, it could serve as a safeguard—a means to rest and recover amidst the perils that awaited him.

The Delta wave's symbol was more intricate than Alpha's, its flowing lines seeming to mimic the rhythm of a heartbeat. The process of inscribing it into his Sea of Consciousness was equally arduous, demanding not only precision but an emotional connection to the essence of deep rest and renewal.

The Alpha wave had required clarity and focus, but Delta demanded surrender. Alvo struggled with this at first. His young, determined mind resisted the idea of letting go, of trusting in the natural rhythms of restoration.

"I can do this," he whispered to himself one evening, sitting cross-legged in the glowing tranquility of the meditation house. "I just need to let the wave guide me."

The days blurred together as he worked tirelessly. He experimented with different states of meditation, using the calming energy of the Alpha wave to ground himself. Slowly, his efforts bore fruit. By the end of the fourth week, the Delta wave's symbol materialized in his consciousness, its steady pulse resonating through his mind like a calming lullaby.

Testing the Power of Delta

Eager to test his newfound ability, Alvo set his sights on a small section of the Dumbledore estate gardens. It was an overgrown patch, forgotten and untended, perfect for experimentation.

Summoning his mana, he extended his hands and focused on the Delta wave. The energy poured forth, weaving through the air like a gentle mist. The overgrown garden shimmered, its wild tangles unraveling into a serene, dreamlike landscape. The trees bent softly, their leaves rustling in a hypnotic rhythm. Flowers bloomed in shades of soft blue and violet, exuding a soothing fragrance.

Stepping into the transformed space, Alvo felt an overwhelming sense of peace. His thoughts slowed, his body relaxed, and he could feel the regenerative energy coursing through him. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced.

"If this can heal me, what could it do for others?" he wondered.

This time, Alvo didn't run to his parents immediately. Instead, he invited Helena to witness the garden's transformation. The maid, ever practical and skeptical of the young master's experiments, was rendered speechless.

"Master Alvo," she finally said, "this is… it's like stepping into a dream. I feel like I could sleep here for a year and wake up feeling like I'd only just closed my eyes."

Encouraged by her reaction, Alvo shared his discovery with his parents later that evening. As they stepped into the garden, their expressions mirrored the awe they had shown for the Alpha meditation house.

"You've done it again," Fernanda said, her voice tinged with both pride and concern. "But Alvo, you're pushing boundaries that wizards twice your age wouldn't dare explore."

"This is remarkable," his father added, his tone more contemplative. "The restorative properties of this transfiguration… it could change how we recover after battles, how we care for our injured. But you must be careful, Alvo. There's a fine line between brilliance and recklessness."

That night, Alvo returned to his meditation house, his mind buzzing with ideas. The combination of Alpha and Delta waves opened up a world of possibilities. He imagined creating portable transfiguration zones—small, enchanted objects that could recreate the effects of these waves wherever they were needed.

He also thought of the forest. "What if I encounter an injured creature or ally? With Delta, I could provide immediate healing without relying on external spells or potions."

The possibilities extended even further. "Could I combine waves?" he wondered. "What if I infused a space with both Alpha and Delta? Focus and regeneration, clarity and restoration—what would that feel like?"

Alvo's thoughts turned to the challenges ahead. His parents had made it clear that spiritual techniques were off-limits until he turned eleven, but that didn't mean he couldn't prepare. With every success, he felt himself growing closer to the answers he sought—answers that lay not only in the manuscript but within himself.

As he drifted off to sleep that night, the Delta wave's gentle hum resonating in his mind, Alvo knew one thing for certain: this was just the beginning.